M & I ate at the Gumbo Shop on Manchester in Rock Hill (Saint Louis) for the first time today and I'm tellin' ya this is the real McCoy, I garuntee. I had a erster po'boy on French dressed (and they asked if I wanted it dressed) while M had a shirmp po'boy. Plenty of oysters and shrimp on both and real french bread. The folks at the next table were chowing down on what looked to be truly great jambalya. The place has that sort of run down bayou look to it and what I took to be the owner and his friends were involved in a deep discussion over the excellence of the latest shipment of crawfish, a pile of which were sitting behind the counter.(A discussion which reminded me of a conversation I onced witnessed in a New Orleans real estate office where three secretaries were debating whether you could eat french bread without butter). By the way, they have Abita and Barq's.
I read somewhere, Post Dispatch I believe, that the husband part of the ownership is from Jenerette or somewhere in Southwest Louisiana while his wife is from St. Louis. They both worked for some government agency, Customs I believe. When they retired they struck a deal. He wanted to run a restaurant and she wanted to come back to STL. Let me tell you if today was any indication we are very fortunate to have them here.M wanted to come back for dinner and I'll be there Monday for red beans and rice. M & I will probably check back next Saturday for a taste of the gumbo. Obviously, highly, highly recommended.