So, Thursday night, we left the rehearsal dinner and then we went to Molly's on the Market. This place an on and off hangout throughout our time in nola. So we met CMG - Cuban Musical Genius at Molly's. He was with some friends - one being Ripped Shirt Ladies' Man - RSLM for short, of course. So I call him that because I remember him being a bartender at the Saint. He would where these ripped tshirts, and he was quite the ladies' man. Anyhoo, we all shot the shit, especially GiGi, per usual.
It was late, we hadn't had any sleep the night before, so we pussed out and went home at 2 am. On the way to the car, though, GiGi wanted to show us his now closed restaurant. It was 2 blocks away. Cafe Sbisa. He ran it for 2 months. Now it stood looking creepy and deserted - very New Orleansy.
We slept in until kinda late on Friday - 11 or so. So we got up, and our first thought was, what to eat? We had gotten a message from Hipster Redneck, so we went to get coffee, then see him at Urban Outfitters. The FP got a super grande iced coffee. It was strong and yummy. But I was a bit dehydrated, so I didn't drink much of it. So we were walking down Decatur, when we saw Johnny's Po Boys. Done deal. There was lunch.
So then we crossed the street and went to look for HR. When we walked, we didn't see him. So we asked at the counter. The girl said he was probably out back. So they had to page him. He came in all sawdusty with his workshirt, tool belt and whatnots. He was out back building some shit, a shelf or something. He pointed to these wooden stick trees that were nailed together with bare nails that you could see, sticking out of the walls. They were like decorative shop projects. He did those. For money. He quit the managing gig, and spent all his time making shit for displays. What a dream easy job for him!
So, we headed up to Johnny's and waited for him. We were just ahead of the lunch crowd. So we were deciding what to get. I couldn't really think of anything else to get but a roast beef po boy. It's like traditional.
Here it is, I think. You can't really tell what the hell it is. It's a sandwich. I couldn't really capture the beauty of it on my camera phone. It was beautiful. Rich meaty roast beef dripping with gravy. Lettuce, tomato, mayo - dressed - that's what we say in nola - all on airy french bread. So we were talking for a minute or two. Then I picked it up to take my first bite. All that gravy had soaked into the french bread. That's a bad thing right? NOOOOO! Po boys are a sloppy business, the sloppier, the better. It was delicious. It's like a lazy french dip. The dippin's already done, boy. It was big though. I couldn't eat much of it. Luckily I had the FP with me to polish it off.
So then the Hipster Redneck got a shrimp po boy. He remembered that it was Lent and Friday, like the good catholic boy he was raised to be. I on the other hand are a bad catholic girl. It never even crossed my mind.
So here he is with the lovey fried shrimp goodness. Watch out ladies - he'll steal your heart and cook good food for you too! So I stole one of his swimps. It was delicious. Gulf shrimp - cevichefied, grilled, sauteed, fried, it's all good, as they say.
The FP of course, got 2 things. An oyster po boy. And gumbo. Very catholic of him.
Gumbo. Crab, shrimp, oyster, whatever. It was really very disappointing. Like they just made it and it needed to stew for a few hours. I think I took 2 bites at the most.
Oyster po boy. Okay. That was so...comforting. Emeffen deep fried gulf oysters. So great. They are perfect for deep frying. They are plump and sweet, not as briny. Just terrific. Really. We polished that puppy off. All the oysters on it anyway. We ate way more than we should have. But, we only had 10 bites of food for dinner the night before, so we had been starving going into Johnny's. Very happily sated leaving the joint.
So we said bye to Hipster Redneck, and went to walk around our hometown.
Johnny's Po Boys
511 St. Louis St.
New Orleans, LA 70130