I could eat
my way around New Orleans on an oyster poorboy tour.
Shrimp
poorboys, and traditional ones, are welcome to be part of the tour.
Hey, I can
get one of my favorite poorboys right here in Port Arthur at Amuny’s on Gulfway
Drive.
But, I’d
also be happy to head for New Orleans and get a little French Quarter stroll
in, too.
There’s
plenty of debate on how the poorboy started, how to spell it and what to put on
it. I like just about every version, and I’d be happy to share stories of your favorites. Tell me where you had
them and why you like them.
Someone
gave me some fresh shrimp and someone else gave me some French bread. I figured
various combos for an entire day before I started thinking of a simple poorboy.
I imagined the bread broiled in butter and dressed with a simple bit of lettuce
and thin red onions. Why that? It’s what I had on hand. And that is how most
meals are created at my house.
Guess what.
This sandwich was a hit, even without a jazz band parading down the street with
me.
Poorboys
make me feel rich.
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