Things have been a little nutty around here. Lots of exciting new projects heating up. Not a lot of bloggable cooking going on so I’ll leave you with some more New Orleans food entertainment. This is Domilise’s way out on Annunciation. Our directionally-challenged cab driver had a heck of a time finding it despite phone calls to friends, GPS, and directions from a garbage man we pulled over. When we pulled up, she said: "you’re going here??" These are the ladies hard at work making sandwiches.
This is the well-worn floor around the counter. How many people must have cooled their heels here waiting to order their sandwiches? One of the sandwich ladies lives in an apartment right off the dining room separated by 2 steps and a plywood door. The sign on the door said, "if you’re not George Strait or God, wipe your feet."
Wanna try it?
We had the shrimp. Fully memorable. And the barbecued beef. Not so much, but still good. I’ll be craving the shrimp sandwich for awhile to come and might have to recreate. Shrimp, ketchup, hot sauce, shredded Iceburg, mayonnaise. Yum.
Once we ate, getting a cab back was an impossibility. No cab driver wants to go all the way out there and risk missing a fare that may have flagged another cab and then drive all the way back fareless as well. Lesson: Be considerate to cab drivers for the greater good of all cab drivers and riders everywhere.
Our cab search did not have a satisfying ending. We tried to bum a ride from another patron after waiting awhile for the cab we called. No go. So we walked our way out of uptown. My two dining companions and I needed to work off those Po-Boys and a few other things as well. We had some serious stores of New Orleans calories. I think New Orleans must be the only city in America where one can’t find a bad meal.