So I headed down to Stanley, just off Jackson Square for what basically amounts to Eggs Benedict with gratuitous fried oysters. Fabulous. Though I must say that while it was a good, solid meal, the hollandaise was just fine (as compared with the lighter-than-air hollandaise from Mr. B's). Plus, rather than ham, the English muffins were adorned with "Canadian" bacon. (Which is basically ham.)
I wandered around all day, exploring the Maringy and Bywater, which were right up my alley. I rode down along the tracks (which cut off your view of the water, unfortunately) over to Poland, spotted the Joint (a BBQ, well, joint that I plan to check out when I can get around to it with some kind of appetite), came back a ways down the bike path and hit a neighbourhood bar. Sat in the sun. The weather has finally come around.
Oh, and I also squeezed in my first pralines this morning, and weren't they delicious. A creamy, sugary confectionary that melts in your mouth. I tried a sample at the Southern Candymakers near the French Market, and found myself walking away with a bagful of different types (the standard being pecan). I figure I'll probably be needing a late afternoon pickmeup during my volunteer hours Wed. and Thurs. (That's my excuse, anyhow.)
And the day closed (read: the last meal of the day was) at the Parkway Bakery. It's not too far from where I'm staying (as best I can figure it, I'm technically in Treme, they're technically in Bayou St. John, but we're both in Mid-City, or near enough as makes no nevermind). It's a lovely little neighbourhood that I'll have to explore more of during the day, but the important thing is that I decided to give po' boys one last whirl. (The sandwiches I've had so far have been fair to middling. Nothing I'd necessarily need to eat again. That said, I'm a girl who loves sandwiches, so it seemed to me odd that an epicurean city like this would fall for wimpy sandwiches like the ones I've had.)
Am I glad I did. I had a nice chat with the gent at the order window, and he steered me towards their home cooked hot roast beef with gravy. Hoo boy. I got the "small" sandwich (technically, it's "regular"), no side (I'm learning), with a rootbeer. This is one messy sandwich. I actually needed a fork. I got it dressed (here, as everywhere, dressed is tomatoes, lettuce and mayo, and also here (as some places) pickles). It was a juicy, dripping, glorious mess. And the bread here was substantially more, well, substantial than I had at the other places. More typical? Less typical? I can't say for sure, but what I can say is that it's a much better vehicle for a sloppy sandwich like this one (which is just a far superior sandwich, overall).For an intuitive understanding of the differerence (not to say that there's a real comparison flavourwise, just texture and contentwise), think subway vs. a Philly cheesesteak from Cosmi's. Based on this po' boy (and based on their proximity to where I'm at), I think I'll have to try their fried oyster po' boy. Or their fried shrimp. Or their fried catfish.
They do have combinations (shrimp & oyster, catfish & shrimp, or oyster & catfish), but those only come on a large, and I have to say I don't think I could handle it. I was also told about another creation of theirs that sounds absolutely ludicrous: their "surf and turf" is a combination of the messy roast beef and gravy that I had, topped with fried shrimp.
I dare you.
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