Po Boys

I just finished reading The Glass Rainbow by James Lee Burke. Dave Robichaeux is a character that appears in many of his novels. Robichaeux is a sheriff's  deputy in New Iberia Parrish in Louisiana. 
I've written about Burke in past entries, but in Rainbow, he mentions a few times about having shrimp and oyster po boys, and I got a hankerin' to have me one.
In 1980 after Hurricane Fredrick demolished Mobile, Alabama, my company sent me down there on a long term assignment to help restore phone lines in the city.  I was there a few weeks when I realized I needed to have my wife down there with me. The third weekend I got to go home and it didn't take a lot of convincing to get her and our german shepherd in the truck heading back south.
The thing about living on the gulf coast is the seafood is remarkable. We had raw oysters, boiled shrimp, and every kind of fish you can name. I must have had hundreds of po boys during my time there (almost a year). 
.....now where was I? Oh yes, after reading the novel I told Jilda that I would really like to have a po boy. Yesterday when she went to the store, she bought up all the fixin's and whipped up some shrimp po boys for lunch today.
She apologized before we sat down because she didn't have the right equipment to fry the shrimp just right, but you could have fooled me. They were delicious!
I hit the big 60 in January so for my birthday, we are going to spend the weekend at the beach. 
You can safely bet that we'll spend some time at Bahama Bobs and slam down some po boys and a few adult beverages. 
I can't wait.