A New Orleans native, when I first moved to Louisville I introduced myself to the neighbors by throwing a traditional crawfish boil for Mardi Gras. What I knew about Kentucky was basketball, horses, bourbon, and Ashley Judd (clearly I knew almost nothing). My first guest took one look at the giant pot of live mudbugs and boasted, “I don’t eat bait,” so off he went to get hot dogs for the grill. My very first Louisville lesson: we may share the fleur de leis as a symbol but what you think you know about a place or culture is way more dangerous than what you do not.