Sunday, 5 June 2011

Johnny's Po-Boys est. 1950

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 d├ęcor 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!

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