5 Favorite New Orleans Po-boys

A text message from my roommate about a recent trip to Crabby Jack’s birthed several thought bubbles about my favorite po-boys in the city “over by the river, under the lake.” In order to come up with a proper list, I had to get a proper set of guidelines. I came up with one: Must be served on New Orleans style french bread. That’s it.

5. Roast Beef – Tracey’s (formerly Parasol’s) -There are a lot of great roast beef po-boys in Nola, but this one stands out for its consistency. Not too messy, but not too dry. Meaty. Delicious.

4. Pulled Pork with Purple Cabbage Cole Slaw – Boucherie                    -I’ve actually never had this in the restaurant, but seek it out at any festival where the purple truck is found. There’s something magical about this mixture of pork and cabbage.

3. Fried Green Tomato with Shrimp Remoulade – Crabby Jack’s – This one is just plays on the heartstrings. I feel like my mom fried green tomatoes a lot when we were kids, so I have a pretty strong affinity for them. I love the combo of the hot, crispy tomatoes and the cold shrimp remoulade.

2. The Ray Ray – Sammy’s - OH MY. I’m not sure where to begin or end, but I’ll just say this: It’s big, it’s filling, and there is NO WAY you’re eating this in one sitting (unless you’re Jonathan Parrish during Mardi Gras)*. Two fried chicken breasts, grilled ham, and melted swiss. Fully dressed, of course. Served on a full length loaf of french bread. The Ray-Ray actually tastes as good as the novelty of the gigantic po-boy. *Note: JPar is notorious for his love of fried chicken and ability to eat a lot of it.

1. Shrimp Po-boy – Parkway Bakery and Tavern -It ain’t flashy, but I don’t care. Some people might say it’s hard to mess up and shrimp po-boy and others might even say they’re all the same. But the people who say these things have obviously never been to Parkway Bakery. Parkway’s batter is top-notch and they don’t over do it. The shrimp is big, fresh, and lightly breaded. Fully dressed with a whole mess of Crystal Hot Sauce and I’m in heaven.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention some of my other favorites that didn’t quite make the list:

Oyster Loaf – Casamento’s (Served on texas toast. Otherwise, it’d be on the list).

Hot Sausage Patty Po-boy – Sammy’s Deli

Slow Roasted Duck – Crabby Jack’s

Roast Beef Po-boy – Parkway Bakery

 

 

 

 

Fantasy Football Overreaction: Week 5

One thing is obvious: I have 3 too many fantasy football teams. Vomit inducing performances each week have dropped my interest to somewhere on par with professional water skiing, and just below underground midget wrestling. I’m also thinking about getting a hamster (naming him “Pete Rose”) and getting him one of those spinning wheels. Hours of endless fun, I’m sure. No one is sure who started the dumpster fire, but Bo Jackson and Michael Bolton want absolutely nothing to do with it.

No Talent Ass Clowns: 1-3. 9th place (of 12)

Led by…Well, no one. This collective fucking joke of a football team is destined for a 3-10 regular season. Jones-Drew is sure to get injured, leaving me with zero viable running backs. Mike Williams might as well tear an ACL or have season ending sports hernia surgery because he ain’t helping us.

Total Garbage (formerly Totally Tecmo) 0-4 10th (of 10)

The season was over when… I got drunk at the draft and handcuffed Pierre Thomas and Mark Ingram. Ouch. Typing that hurt. Lately, the play (or lack of) from my Steeler twins, Roethlisberger and Mendenhall, has provided a 757′s worth of jet fuel to the fire.

Bayou Beavers  2-2. 10th (of 16)

MEGATRON. That’s it. Other than Johnson, this team sucks like Kimmy Gibbler.

Sunday Night Entertainment…Fireworks?

Fireworks lit up the Mid-City sky for about five minutes this evening. I wandered out around the neighborhood to get a better look and to find out as one of my fellow Parkview inhabitants put it, “what’s the occasion, man?”

Twitter is full of explanations with the most common being the filming of a movie (GI Joe 2?). Whatever the occasion, it was a nice sight on an already gorgeous night in New Orleans.

Wild Night For The Wild-Card

I’ll just leave this here

I Wish I Could See This In Person More Often

Ain’t nothin like it…

Fantasy Football Overreaction: Week 3

With the 3rd Pick of the 4th Round in the Cowbell Correctional Facility draft, drafting DeAngelo Williams seemed like the lesser of  about 10 running back evils. Cedric Benson. Christ, no. Beanie Wells. Not touching him. Hey, Javhid Best might break out, right? Pssshhhh. Knowshown Moreno has some potential. Yeah, so did Corey Feldman at one point in his career. All of these choices would have been infinitely better than Williams with the exception of Moreno (if everyone in Denver wasn’t so hard up for Tebow they might realize that KM is never healthy and hasn’t been since high school). But when you name your team after a reference  to a has-been soft rock singer the choice is simple. Draft Williams. Who cares if he hasn’t done shit since 2008?

Thank you, DeAngelo. Seriously. I put some sort of blind-retard faith in you and this is what I get. Cam Newton is laughing at me and it feels bad, man.

 

 

 

 

Keep It Simple, Stupid.

Taking all of the great meals I’ve had in the Crescent City and making a “Top 5″ list proved to be waaaayyyy more difficult than I had imagined. What in the hell was I thinking? Picking my 5 favorite meals in this city is like picking a clear cut starting line-up from the Dream Team.

Going forward I’m going to keep any “top/best” lists more defined. (Best breakfast spots, best comfort foods, best bars, best po-boys, best Mardi Gras parades…)  Cheers.