07/10/2026
Today, it’s with heavy hearts that we share the passing of Robert Romero, Jr., the heart and soul of Robert’s Lounge for so many years.
The story of Robert’s Lounge began in 1947, when Robert’s father, Robert Romero, Sr., opened its doors. When his father passed in the 1980s, Robert proudly picked up the torch becoming not just the owner of a neighborhood lounge, but a fixture in the lives of everyone who walked through its doors, whether they meant to stop for one drink or ended up staying for hours and a life story. What Robert loved most about Robert’s Lounge was never the business. It was the people. His favorite seat in the house was wherever the conversation was best, visiting with customers, friends, and family, swapping stories and catching up with anyone who walked in.
Robert wore a lot of other hats in his time. He served in the Louisiana Army National Guard, including as a certified .30 caliber rifle expert, though he was far more dangerous with a fishing pole in his hand. He was a building contractor by trade and his legacy is literally woven into the St. Martinville landscape through the many homes he built. By his own account (backed up by anyone who ever fished with him), he was a world-class sac-a-lait fisherman and crawfisherman. He spent just about every day of his adult life in the basin with his dad or with Tony, who was like the son he never had.
Robert, also known as Bobby, Baby, Daddy, Pop and PopPop, was the life of the party. To know him was to know kindness, laughter, and conversation, usually all three at once, and usually louder than necessary. He never met a stranger, and on the rare occasion he did, they didn’t stay a stranger for long. He loved telling stories and jokes, and he never once let the fact that you’d heard a joke a dozen times stop him from telling it a thirteenth. More often than not, he was laughing at his own punchline before anyone else. Those conversations, those laughs, and those memories as well as his boundless kindness and humor left an indelible mark on the St. Martinville community.
Above all, he was a loving husband to his bride Shirley, father to 4 daughters - Yvette, Keely, Elaine and Leslie, grandfather to 10, great grandfather to 24, great-great grandfather to 2 and a dear friend to so many. There will never be another Robert Romero, Jr. His legacy lives on in the stories we tell, the jokes we repeat (badly, without his timing), and the memories shared by generations of people lucky enough to have known him. He will be greatly missed.
Thank you, Robert, for the laughter, the stories, the friendship, and the love you gave so freely to so many.
Rest easy, Robert. We’ll see you in the funny papers.