Louisiana is a place where sandwiches aren’t just food, they’re full-blown performances. I quickly learned that a po’ boy here isn’t something you casually order.
It’s something that demands respect, attention, and, honestly, a little patience.
From the moment I unwrapped that paper-wrapped powerhouse, the energy hit me: crispy shrimp doing a little jazz dance, roast beef soaking up gravy like it was born for it, and pickles that somehow had more attitude than me before my first coffee…