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Elizabeth's Restaurant

Pretty much as soon as I got into my ride from the airport, talk turned to food. Partially because neither of us had eaten all day and partially because this is New Orleans. Food is a big deal here. And that makes me happy. So, after a few options were tossed about, I finally deferred to her, knowing that I am not the one to make those decisions here. When she's in Boston, I can make those decisions. Hell, even in Atlanta, i'm still pretty confident about where to go for eating. So, we ended up at this rickety looking joint called Elizabeth's (Hahaha! Funny, I know), which has been cooking it up for about ten years a mile outside of the Quarter in the Bywater.

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One of the things that I love most about eating here is the sandwiches. Po-Boys and Muffulettas, yum! They serve, as many places do, a choice of several different seafoods battered, fried and tossed on French Bread. At Elizabeth's, Po-Boys are pretty much the order of the day. As well as some Southern standards.

It's a seat yourself sort of joint, which can lead to a little confusion and no small amount of anxiety wondering if a server is ever going to come to the table to take any part of an order. Fortunately, I was informed that service was slow here. So, I didn't get all freaked out and stressed thinking that we were being ignored. After a short while, our server found us and offered us a beverage. We both opted for sweetened iced tea, which came out and wasn't, unfortunately, as sweet as Southern gals would have assumed it would be. She, however, did a little doctoring with the conveniently located sugar container and I just drank what was given me. For some reason, I have never been a fan of the crunchy bits of sugar that don't absorb when trying to mix sugar crystals into cold beverages. We ordered, and after the server placed it for us, I remembered to ask about Traveler's Cheques, as this was a cash-only space. Fortunately, they agreed to take my voucher and we got to avoid the possibility of either a dine and dash or not being able to tip well.

While waiting for our food to arrive, we chatted and overheard some people complaining about the length of time it took to get the food. Being forewarned and therefore forearmed, I was amused by the situation. These folks were obviously taking a lunch break and needed to get back quickly, but it made no sense to me that someone who was local wouldn't know about the lengthy service and factor that in when making that important "Where do we go today, everyone?" decision.

After demolishing our apps, we spent another good while waiting for our meals. As we waited, we chatted away and listened to the table across from us, the one filled with the worker bees, grow increasingly angry about the delay of the arrival of their food. They complained to the management who also happened to be one of the service staff, and their food finally found it's way to their table. Eventually, we got our food. She ordered a Po-Boy variant, fried oysters and mayo on whole wheat toast. I got a as-prepared fried catfish Po-Boy. That was, imho, the largest Po-Boy I have ever seen in my life. Granted, I haven't seen that many, but I do see at least four or five over the course of my trips out this way. And this one, as the picture can attest (as well as my friend), beat all of those others hands-down.

The bread on my sandwich was a little chewy, as was to be expected. It could have stood a little toasting, but the fish was well-battered and juicy. The addition of some Crystal hot sauce (Tabasco is also made here in LA, but it's all heat, no flavor. I prefer something with a better flavor profile) made it even better. The fries were hand-cut. The natural sweetness of the potato enhanced by the judicious addition of what was, most likely, plain old table salt. No pretension here, thankfully. What many people seem to not realize about me is that as much a food snob as I can be, i'm completely into dives. At least, as long as it's well done.

I could only eat half of my sandwich, as it was far more than I could handle on my hungriest. However, while we were slowly working our way through our respective sandwiches, smoke started filling the room. No one left, though.

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