Some days you need a beer. Some days you need bacon popcorn. Some days you need hushpuppies—or an eggplant croquette, or a slab of mesquite-broiled salmon. On such days, Tucsonans head to The Parish, an inconspicuous but comfortable bistro in a nondescript strip mall on a corner of busy Oracle Road. Everything on the menu is a treat, but, as its name suggests, The Parish is at its best when serving up Cajun and Creole dishes that would do New Orleans proud.