I took the Magazine bus uptown to go to Domilise's. The last time I tried to go there, it was closed (bad luck -- the one week in summer they were closed). Having gorged on oysters the day before, I decided to try the famous roast beef po' boy. Fabulous. This is truly a "sum is greater than the parts" kind of sandwich. The roast beef was overcooked by my standards, but was delicious within the context of the fully dressed sandwich.
I also loved the place. I do not exaggerate when I say that every other patron in the place was not only known to the folks working there, but seemed like friends. There was much hugging, kissing, and asking after family members.
When I polished off the "large," the legendary Miss Dot noticed that I was looking a little glum. She asked why and I whined that I shouldn't have ordered a large rb so that I would have room for a small oyster. She insisted on making me an oyster po' boy, which was half the size of a large. I liked it even more than the roast beef po' boy, and she refused to let me pay a cent for it. A comped po' boy for a complete stranger.
Is New Orleans the best or what?
DF, on the way to Gabrielle's.
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