We ate at: Restaurant Beatrice with Tasting Collective.
The Tasting Collective offering had five courses, one of which I had to request a substitution for because it was an Elvis-aligned dessert that had peanut butter ice cream. Since we would all be sad if I ate PB ice cream because I'd throw up afterwards, they gave me the same dessert with a different ice cream.
First course was a gumbo, which everybody at the table (including several Houston folks, where we also have really good Cajun food, and did before Katrina) thought was too thin; second course was boudin, which was fine but had a particularly nice remoulade; third course was a banh mi with pork sourced from the owner's brother; fourth course was Atchafalaya catfish; and fifth was the Elvis dessert.
I remember it being better when we went a couple of years ago and one of our party, who is a huge perfectionist, said she thought it was an issue with the change of executive chef. Which might be, but the letdown of the gumbo was an extreme disappointment. Also there was some discussion about how the story behind the restaurant had changed somewhat in the last few years, which I had paid no attention to. I was more interested in how she pronounced Atchafalaya, which is different to how I learned to pronounce it from the Cajuns in Houston when I was a wee thing.
Net result: I wouldn't turn down Restaurant Beatrice if one of my friends wanted to to go, but I don't think a return visit is high on our list.