After their trip to the museum, my fellow Yalies wanted to go out for Creole cuisine. The unanimous recommendation was Johnny’s, as in Johnny’s Po-Boys, which apparently also serves traditional Creole dishes like gumbo and jambalaya.
We made our way through the sweltering heat, past the brightly colored décor of Harrah’s Casino, through Sax Fifth Avenue (For an AC respite), and down Decatur Street until we hit St. Louis. Sweet salvation! We finally made it!
Johnny’s was crowded. A long line of customers snaked down the center of the restaurant through the sea of red checkered tablecloths. I walked in last, and was ushered to the front of the line by anxious Yalies. I got up to the front of the queue, where the cashier looked at me expectantly. She repeated, “What would you like?” Without as much as a glance at the elaborate order board, I said, “Oyster Po’boy, please.” She then began to say, “Would you like that dressed? Dressed means tha-” “Yes, please” I replied quickly. I then attempt to pay, and came to the realization that there was no credit card machine attached to the cash register. Gah! Even Domilise’s has a credit card machine! The cashier assured me that I could get cash at the ATM, “just over there.” By the time I got back with my cash, my oyster po’boy was pipping hot and ready to eat (it only took about 2 minutes for them to make the sandwich).
DELICIOUS! I think oyster po’boys are SO good…who doesn’t love battered, deep fried oysters? I don’t think you can go wrong there!