Po’ boys: Now I’m a Believer
As I’ve said before, I never really “got” po’ boy sandwiches. People in New Orleans go nuts for them, but fried fish smothered in mayo on bread just didn’t get me going. After three subpar sandwiches (not consecutively eaten, sheesh), I vowed to remove po’ boys from my New Orleans eating repertoire.
But when I landed for Mardi Gras last week, my friends took me straight to Domilise’s, where I had an amazing fried catfish po’ boy, dressed (lettuce, tomatoes, and mayo), with Crystal Hot Sauce. It was the culinary highlight of my trip, until…
I had an equally delicious fried shrimp po’ boy two days later at Mahony’s. I honestly don’t know which place is better! I finally understand the magic. Po’ boys for the win!
My friend order the Peacemaker (or the Pacemaker, as I like to call it): fried oysters, bacon, cheddar, and mayo. Tasty, but WOOF!
