So I went home for Christmas and, as usual, was overwhelmed by all the restaurants (and relatives) I had to visit during my short stay. I began my hunt almost for food the moment I hit the ground with a (half and half) shrimp and oyster po-boy on the way home from the airport which has become a delicious tradition. After my last bite of the sandwich, I was left thinking what will dinner behold. Things started to take a turn in an unanticipated, troubling direction once my sister arrived from Atlanta a few hours later. She was hungry from the long drive and wanted soup or a salad for dinner. Now, I was sure none of the restaurants on my list were known for their soups or salads. I could only begin to think -she's going to waste one of my meals on something like french onion soup or ceasar salad! This was all very troubling as she and my mom started to list off different restaurants none of which caught my attention. They settled on a local middle eastern place that had a nice selection and I agreed to join them. To my surprise it was a delight and the shock and panic of their choice wore off once I got inside.
The rest of my time at home left me with a few more critical restaurant choices but none proved to come near the joy that came from the Patton's hot sausage poboy. I'm not sure if time made my taste buds grow fonder but everything about the sandwich was perfect! The flaky bread, crisp lettuce, juicy tomato and perfect amount of mayo. (This is the only way I'll have my hot sausage poboy dressed.) Of all places, I found it at the Tastee Donut shop. It's the most simple sandwich but the perfect combination of ingredients make it so divine! This proves the phrase .. In New Orleans we live to eat!
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Oh how I would love a Po Boy from Domolise! I'm going to Seattle end of Feb., may have to go to that restaurant again.
Also, going to NOLA end of May. Maybe you'll be in town for Memorial Day?
We are so the same its not even funny.... the old airport to the first poboy run has been a part of the Michael Peter clan since the 5th grade! I just remember we all felt so freaking LOST when we moved to GA it was a blessing and a night mare at the same time when we realized that not only did Georgians NOT eat Patton Hot Sausage, but back in 93' even salt was alien. It was ridiculous. I remember we'd been here for like less than a week. Got grandma on the phone and asked her if we could borrow a stick of butter. We were all in tears.... hahaha
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