ERIN ROSE and the Hidden Po'Boys
Now that its the season of constant cold drizzle in Oregon I am hankering to go back to New Orleans. Almost every day we walked past an elderly man whose street-side chess game was a tourist attraction for a local bar. Kids and adults were lined up waiting for a chance to play against this guy. No chess for us, we were on a mission to find the best po'boy in town, and the locals pointed us to The Erin Rose, a cluttered hole in the wall with amazing frozen irish coffee and a saucy bartender who seemed to know everyone who ever came through town. Hidden in the back was Killer Po'boys. The chef said catfish and shrimp with her homemade hot sauce; we said yes please.