Poboys

Today Marshall, Carlos, Julie, Brandon, Dennis and I (plus Debbie and Bart) all met up at the annual PoBoy festival. They've finally finished re doing Oak St., and it looks great.

It's always nice to see huge vats of boiling grease for frying shrimp on the sidewalks.
There were lots of people. Among others, I ran into my former landlord with his much much younger, very handsome bought-and-paid-for boyfriend, whose nipples were leading the way.
It was a bit chilly out. I was too dazzled by those nipples to get a picture. Sorry.




Oak is rapidly gentrifying, but it's still pretty old school, thankfully.

Ubiquitous Saints paraphernalia. The worst crowds were gathered around the big screen tvs on the corners showing the game.

House on the way to the car

Crowds of people. Doesn't it look like a small country town?

Another house.

Garçon avec des canapés a la poboy? Or something like that.

Even the sushi place had a special Japanese style poboy menu. They looked good actually.

Zotz
Bananas in November
Carlos's finger pointing out the cute boy(s) he wanted me to photograph.

Chargrilled oysters, behind a police barricade...for the oysters' own safety I'm sure.

Popcorn carriage
Carlos's big sausage.

The photo I'd taken of my own meal, a delicous poboy from Emerils, of fried green tomatoes, shrimp remoulade and bacon, unfortunately disappeared. I don't know what happened. I dropped the camera somewhere in the art market and, poof, there it went.

Even sadder is when I went to get a fried bread pudding poboy which Dennis said was great, they had run out. Bummer.

I had to settle for gelato.

A front lawn/art installation on the way back to the car.