(Robster Ho')
Why they call these things, Po'boys, I don't know... Because it ain't cheap if you buy one at a snatch shack. So, I made my own. Cost me less than $3 to make. Fat plump pearl tongues dusted in a secret mix and deep fried. Fucking juicy as hell inside and crispy on the outside. A little Kewpie and Sambal Oelek spread on the toasted roll, then stuffed to the gills with those precious little fried clitoris of the sea. Shit, I even licked my chicken lips clean.
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That bread still looks a tad wimpy for a po'boy. Kinda like Yeah! Burger's. sigh. (And po'boys can live down and up and sideways and WHAM to their name in NO. Even his, which was damned good.)
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