No one would believe me if I told them I had opened Ragin’ Cajun because of a steak sandwich. Actually it was not any ordinary steak sandwich for this one came flying through the air and crashed against the wall just inches from my head. The chef had thrown it at me because the cheese had coagulated while he burned a chicken kabob for the second time. I refused to take it out to the customer. I said to the chef,” You cooked it, you take it out.” Crash. I told the customer that the chef was mentally ill and that the steak sandwich had met with an unfortunate fate. If the customer wanted, I would have been happy to make him a salad.