Catfish po-boy from the Sugar Shack in downtown New Orleans,“I will never forget the day I left New Orleans by train for Saint Louis to join the steamer Saint Paul. It was the first time in my life I had ever made a long trip by railroad. I had no idea as to what I should take, and my wife and mother did not either. For my lunch Mayann went to Prat’s Creole Restaurant and bought me a great big fish sandwich and a bottle of green olives,” Louie Armstrong. This quote reminds me of my first meal on my first trip to New Orleans early this month. I got to my hotel on Charles Street about 11:30 pm hunting for a place to eat. Accustomed to restaurant scene in New York City, it surprised me to find out there were not a lot of restaurants open on a Wednesday night. A local sister working the hotel front desk turned me on to the Sugar Shack at 808 Ibverville at Bourbon. The black cook in the joint hooked up a fabulous catfish po-boy similar to what Satchmo describes above. The history of the term po-boy is controversial with many interpretations in New Orleans folklore. We do know that Armstrong grew up in New Orleans and lived there until 1918, yet this iconic figure who loved food and slang never once uses the term in his autobiography when he refers to a sandwich in New Orleans.
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