Walk-On's Sports Bistreaux - Burbank Restaurant — Restaurant in Baton Rouge

So, picture this: two former LSU athletes get together and say, “You know what Baton Rouge really needs? A sports bar that bleeds Purple and Gold” And boom—Walk-On’s was born

Walk-On’s Sports Bistreaux was founded in 2003 by LSU basketball walk-ons Brandon Landry and Jack Warner, opening its first location right here at 3838 Burbank in the very shadow of Tiger Stadium.

Inspired by their underdog mentality, they built a sports bar that blended Louisiana flavors, community spirit, and a love for the game.

The concept took off, expanding to over 60 locations nationwide and earning the title of ESPN’s #1 Sports Bar in America.

Saints legend Drew Brees later joined as a co-owner, helping fuel its rapid growth.

Now a top-ranked franchise, Walk-On’s continues to thrive, giving back through its Game On Foundation while serving up cold beer and Cajun favorites with a side of grit.

Once you walk inside you realize this ain’t just some regular ol’ bar with a couple of dusty jerseys on the wall. No sir. This place is a full-blown shrine to LSU sports, decked out with memorabilia, wall-to-wall big-screen TVs, and enough Tiger energy to make even the most casual fan start hollerin’ “Geaux Tigers” after a few drinks.

And speaking of drinks, they’ve got plenty, because what’s a Louisiana Saturday Night without a cold beer?

But the real star here? The food.

We’re talkin’ bacon-wrapped devils on horseback, but Cajun-fied. Big ol’ jumbo shrimp, stuffed with cream cheese and a little pop of pickled jalapeño, then wrapped up in crispy, smoky bacon like it’s fixin’ to go to church. And just when you think it’s rich enough, we hit it with a drizzle of hot honey, because why the hell not? Sweet, spicy, creamy, crunchy—it’s everything you want when you’re two beers deep and ready to make some decisions you’ll be proud of.

Alright, picture this: you take a perfectly good plate of blackened or fried catfish, lay it over some rice like a good ol’ Southern foundation, and then say, “You know what? Let’s go full Cajun chaos.” So, you drown the whole thing in rich, buttery crawfish etouffee and top it off with a pile of hand-battered shrimp, because subtlety is for Yankees. It’s called Catfish Orleans, and it’s basically Louisiana on a plate—loud, indulgent, and unapologetically extra. If you ain’t sweating a little by the time you finish, you didn’t do it right.

And, of course, they got all the burgers and wings your heart (and arteries) could ever desire. Big, greasy, glorious burgers stacked like they’re daring you to unhinge your jaw, and wings sauced up every which way, from “nice little tingle” to “Lord, I have sinned.” Whatever level of poor decision-making you’re in the mood for, Walk On’s has got you covered.

It’s the kind of place where you can roll in for a pregame beer, catch the Tiger’s play, and then stumble out afterward full and contented.

If you’re an LSU fan, you already know about Walk-On’s. If you’re not, well… go once, and you’ll be yelling at the TV like you’ve been a Tiger...

We came to town for the LSU vs Alabama football game for work. After a couple of long nights at Fred’s, we wanted some food to assist our recovery before our drive back.

I’d been drunkenly flirting with the VIP bartender throughout the weekend and decided to invite her to join us for lunch because, why the hell not? To my surprise, she accepted.

At Walk-On’s we were greeted with a twenty-minute wait. To add insurance against the cumulative hangover killing us, we made our way over to the bar and ordered a round of four rumple shots. We were seated shortly after and ordered some water for everyone at the table.. followed by four more rumples. Then we ordered drinks.. followed by four more rumples. Food.. eight more Rumples. It was an absolute display of debauchery only rivaled by our behavior the nights prior. It was 2 pm on a Sunday and we’d already collectively finished a bottle of Rumple. Our waitress informed us there’d be a shift change soon and someone else would be helping us. We continued our debauchery by ordering four more rumples as soon as she greeted us, followed by another as soon as we got those.

We probably traumatized our waitresses but tipped generously. Opposed to leaving quietly, our friend from Fred’s climbed on the booth and yelled, “Roll Tide.” It was at this moment I realized I was in love, and with as much forethought as I could muster at that moment, which was little, invited her to come back to Alabama with us. The collective glare of the other patrons in the restaurant helped us notice we’d overstayed our welcome and quickly left the restaurant.

While most of this is incredibly irresponsible, it’s worth noting our driver did not indulge in any form of our debauchery and was only subjected to it.

Fast forward through a six-hour drive, my future ex-wife is with us in Alabama until the Iron Bowl. I highly recommend Walk-On’s and would love to return, but have a strong feeling we’ve...

I would Like to start off by saying that this is not a recent review, but is the reason why I will not return. Absolutely terrible, awful, ridiculously bad service. I would suggest CVS for a bag of Doritos and some skittles before I recommended this place to anyone. Anywhere else in the area would be better. The food is mediocre at best, but the service is what kills it. We were there for 30 minutes before anyone ever came to our table. They then brought us the wrong beers which wouldn't have been that big of a deal if we were visited by our waitress every 10 or even 20 minutes. The other 2 tables she was working must have ordered the whole kitchen because we never saw her for at least 30 minutes at a time, and it wasn't like the place was busy. The waiter finally showed back up and after arguing with me about the beer left to go get the bartender, who informed her she was wrong. This was a mistake because after that she took even longer. After the calf they must have been raising in the back grew into a cow so they could kill it, we finally got our food. We were then held hostage at the table after she picked up our credit cards and proceeded to David Copperfield for a solid 45 minutes with no explanation. We were finally told that their "computers were down", and they attempted to write all of our credit card numbers, exp dates, 3 digit code, etc. for them to "run at another time". This is the third, and by far the worst strike for this place with me, I'd rather chew on a tire. I am disappointed that I cannot rate this place lower...