Louisiana taught me one thing fast: you don’t need glittering Bourbon Street or jazz bands on every corner to find a sandwich worth writing home about.
The real magic lives behind unassuming counters, where Po’boys are stacked so high they practically defy gravity. And where locals will quietly tell you, “don’t tell anyone else.” I spent a few days hopping between these spots, and every bite reminded me that the best sandwiches have zero pretension and all the flavor.
Crispy fried shrimp, roast beef dripping in gravy, pickles and hot sauce playing tag on soft French bread. Each counter had its own personality, its own loyal following, and somehow, they all made Bourbon Street look like a touristy warm-up act…