Comfort food is great at any time, but really delivers when you know, you actually need comforting. I tend to take advantage of the soothing, satisfying feeling of eating the perfect thing. But today, after a trip to church with my grandmother turned into a trip to the hospital, I actually needed that comfort. On a hospital break, my cousin took me to Parkway’s Poboys, that’s been around since 1911, serving “the oldest and tastiest poboys anywhere!” It was perfectly New Orleans, hot inside with fans stirring and a counter for ordering. I always get a meat ball po boy. That’s just who I am, and how it goes. But today I opted for the comfort of a fried shrimp poboy. I’m gonna tell you a secret, I’ve never had my own shrimp poboy. Some time before I could remember, I started getting the meatball and I could never try anything else. But I today, after all that was changing around me, I decided I’d change my order (it helped we were at a new poboy place. If I step foot in R&O’s, there would be no option but meatball). I even got it completely dressed with a dab of hot sauce. The bread was probably the best I’ve ever had, and I’m a lover of buttery mayo on great bread. That’s something a meatball won’t do for you (unless you get it dressed, which to me is a big no no with marinara sauce.
Someone reading this may wonder why I’m documenting my po boy on such a difficult day. But for me, it only validates the power of comfort food and family. After all, it’s what my grandmother wanted. As I checked on her, she said, “Take the Visa and go eat at the Yacht Club. Please, go eat.” It’s in my blood.