Yay for poor boys (or po boys, I just feel funny saying and typing po), and only a block from our hotel. The famous Ferdi special almost killed me last time, so I just stuck with the shrimp poor boy this time around. In fact, I don't think I branched out from the shrimp poor boy anywhere we sampled the sandwich. They're always just so good that I know I wont be disappointed.
The only thing I couldn't figure out at Mother's is the middle-aged guy called Elvis who hangs out at the restaurant. I don't think hes an employee, though there were plenty of old photos of him gracing the walls. (7/11/04)
Mother's * 401 Poydras St., New Orleans, LA

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