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Killer Poboys are a danger of the serial kind — I am compelled to return again and again…

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It all started when after a day of Saints football and drinking in the French Quarter, my sisters, our husbands and I  were looking for a place to eat before we headed to watch Better Than Ezra play at Harrah’s Casino.   For some reason no one in our group had thought about the fact that few restaurants are open in the Quarter for dinner on Sunday.  We headed to Vacherie which was near our hotel.  We had eaten at Vacherie for breakfast a few times and just knew that dinner was going to be perfect!   I should have known when I walked into the dining room and saw no one, that something was not right.  “We are closed for dinner on Sunday,” was the reply when I asked for a table for eight.  After trying a couple of other places, we were quite frustrated.  We really didn’t want to go to an elegant restaurant where jackets are required.  Casual atmosphere was in order for the evening, but it goes without saying that it had to have flavor and atmosphere.  It was time to head to the Erin Rose…not to eat, because they don’t serve food.  For some reason the Erin Rose, a small Irish pub on Conti, became my brother-in-law’s favorite New Orleans Irish Pub the night we were kicked out of the place because he argued with a Texan in a ten-gallon hat about who had to buy the next round. For some reason we always run into the most interesting people there.

I digress.

The Erin Rose was the perfect environment to brainstorm over a pint. Little did we know what would happen next!

We headed to the back of the bar, because the front was full–the back is cozy and it soon filled up too. Once in the back, we discovered that we were wrong. The Erin Rose has food! Not only food, but Killer Poboys! This pleased me to no end, because I. Required. Food. NOW! I had to wait a bit though.  I was hesitant. These are not your every day run of the mill poboys. The sign said that they are, “Internationally inspired chef crafted poboys.”   I mean, it seemed a sacrilege of sorts to play with the traditional New Orleans sandwich.  I really had my mouth set on a shrimp poboy. Crisply fried shrimp on a loaf of French Bread and fully dressed (meaning that it has lettuce, tomatoes and mayo)– that is what I just HAD to have! I told my Loup Garou to order a Shrimp Poboy and a Tin Roof beer…and make it snappy! He brought me the menu and I paused…

Menu from Killer Poboys in the Erin Rose, New Orleans
Killer Poboys Menu

The Coriander Lime Gulf Shrimp Poboy has:

“Marinated Radish (radish is my favorite red vegetable!), Carrot, Cucumber, Herbs and Special Sauce (hmm…got to have the special sauce!).”

Be still my beating heart…that just makes my mouth water to read about it.

But on a poboy?  It sounded like something I would expect to find in an Asian restaurant served over noodles.

While he was ordering, my Loup Garou found out from the chef that they have not been at the Erin Rose very long. (We knew this because we were in the Erin Rose in April.) They take cash only, and they serve menu items until they run out of the ingredients. The first one they usually run out of is the, “Dark & Stormy Pork.” NOLA Rum braised pork with lime slaw and garlic aoli sounds decadent.  We weren’t able to have any because Goldilocks had been there right before us and it was ALL GONE!

When I saw the poboy that I ordered, I just knew that I had to take a picture of it, because I knew I was going to write about it.

Apparently, however, I did not take that photo.  I really thought I did, but I can’t find it!

I must have been so enraptured with my poboy that I just plain forgot!  It was the perfect blend of Asia and New Orleans.  The marinated shrimp was grilled and served with fresh cilantro, radish, carrot and cucumber, and was so amazing that I still remember the way it tasted a month later.  In fact, I swear I dreamed about it.

In fact, last weekend at Food Blog South, 2013, my friend, Helana Brigman of Clearly Delicious  and I were chatting with the keynote speaker, Kenji Lopez-Alt, Chief Creative Officer of Serious Eats. He wanted to know the best place to get a poboy in New Orleans. I suddenly had a flashback to a memory of being in my grandmother’s black Cadillac, my grandmother, my mother, my sisters and I  piled in my grandmother’s car and headed to Deanie’s Seafood to get shrimp poboys.  My grandmother lived in New Orleans when I was growing up, and Deanies was her go-to place for a shrimp poboy.  I mentioned a couple of other  traditional New Orleans poboy restaurants such as Domalise’s… and then…

Suddenly I felt a flash of heat on my side!  I looked down at the bag on my shoulder and remembered that I still had the menu from Killer Poboys with me.

Of course, I ripped it out, (it was kind of crumpled by then from all of the times I took it out and read the ingredients again) and told him that he simply HAD to try the Coriander Lime Gulf Shrimp poboy at Killer Poboys, (of course with Zapps Cajun Crawtators on the side.)

He may take my word for it…or not.

However, just this morning, I saw a CBS story about the legendary poboy and its history. Mo Rocca interviewed the chef of Killer Poboys as part of his segment about: NOLA’s po boy: The story behind the iconic sandwich.

The caption underneath says, “A new CBS News poll shows 60 percent of Americans would like to try the famous new Orleans sandwich,..”

Coincidence? I think not.

Why don’t you try it and decide for yourself?

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PoBoys, Dr. Pepper and Zapps — a southern thing? Yes Ma’am!

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I think that some of us who grew up with regional food traditions take our good fortune for granted.  In the south, and especially in Louisiana, we eat things that raise eyebrows.  Crawfish, for instance — some people are completely grossed out by the idea of eating something that came from the mud!  Because we’re known for eating some unusual things, some visitors are hesitant to ask what they’re being offered to eat!

I’m reminded of the first time my Canadian brother-in-law, the Doc came down for a visit.  He had been dating my sister for a couple of months, long distance, and came down to Louisiana bearing lobster (which to his horror, my sister proceeded to boil in crawfish boil spices.)  It was my birthday, and I had the day off.  My sister did not have the day off, so the Doc and I had lunch.  We ate at a Baton Rouge restaurant where the menu offered, “Zapps” on the side of just about every sandwich.  After perusing the menu for a short time, the Doc raised one eyebrow, looked up, and said, “Caroline, what is a Zapp?”  I had to explain to him that Zapps were only the best potato chips in the country!  After the Doc and my sister, the Hen were married, I went to visit them in Canada.  I brought with me a bag of Spicy Cajun Craw-tators that the Hen had requested.  The doc finished them off before the day was over!

The Hen missed her Zapps, but even more than that, she missed Dr. Pepper!  It’s almost impossible for her to find Dr. Pepper where she lives!  One of our favorite treats at Memere’s house was a Purple Cow.  Crushed ice and Dr. Pepper with vanilla ice cream in a tall glass was a refreshing summer drink!

We have passed our love of Dr. Pepper on to our children.  Last weekend, as you may remember from my earlier post, Loup Garou, the Cub and I traveled to Texas to pick up the young goddesses from camp.  The goddesses are not given soft drinks or candy at camp, so Dr. Pepper is a standing order when they leave camp!  Because we usually buy the Dr. Pepper in Kerrville, Texas, we learned a secret about the Dr. Pepper in Texas!  Dublin, Texas boasts the oldest Dr. Pepper bottler in the world!  Not only that, they still use the original formula, which has real cane sugar as a sweetener, not high fructose corn syrup!  They’re celebrating their 125th birthday this year.  My grandparents told me that their mothers always had a Dr. Pepper at 10, 2 and 4.  According to the Dublin Dr. Pepper website, there was a study released  in the 1920’s showing that the human body has a dip in energy at 10, 2 and 4.  Dr. Pepper advertised that their drink was perfect for those times that we need a little energy — especially at 10-2-4!

Finally — the poboy must be mentioned.  In fact, when she comes home to visit,  the Hen usually picks one up in the New Orleans airport as soon as her plane lands!   The poboy, or “poor boy” sandwich was invented in New Orleans and is always on crusty, yummy French bread.  It is a lunch tradition in Louisiana and many times includes fried or grilled shrimp, fried oysters (also called an oyster loaf) or a combination of these.  Poboys can also be made with ham, roast beef or other sandwich meats.  In a restaurant, the poboy may be ordered, “dressed” or “undressed” which basically lets the server know what you want on the sandwich — lettuce, tomato, pickle, etc. It’s believed that the poboy came about during a streetcar company strike in the late 20’s.

Last night for dinner, Loup Garou brought home a loaf of French bread, so for lunch today I had a roast beef poboy with lettuce, tomato and pepper jack cheese!  That Dr. Pepper was so good — it’s a shame we only have two left!  I wonder if the kids counted them before they left for school!

 

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