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Yes, we visited that Original New Orleans Po' Boy

The skinny flute of bread is split in half and toasted, always a good sign. "Do you want your oysters well done?" asks the woman behind the counter at Original New Orleans Po' Boy.

"No, I want them juicy," I say. They come from the fryer in the back, six to a pie plate. The sandwich maker coats the toasted bread with a spatula-full of tartar sauce and prepares a bed of lettuce on one side. Then she lays the golden oysters down one after the other. They fit perfectly. A couple of slices of tomato and the other half of the bread are put in place, and I take my poor boy down the cafeteria line to the cashier.

Steve Wertheimer of the Continental Club (see "Getting to the Soul of Houston," November 9, 2000) told me about this place; he's partial to the cheeseburger poor boy here. Two taxicabs are parked out front, so I assume the drivers are eating here, too. As a former driver for hire, I always take notice when cops and cabbies frequent a restaurant.

Manager Sarah Brooks's carefully prepared oyster poor boy is one of those rare sandwiches of which every bite tastes better than the last.
Troy Fields
Manager Sarah Brooks's carefully prepared oyster poor boy is one of those rare sandwiches of which every bite tastes better than the last.

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Original New Orleans PO Boy

3902 Main St.
Houston, TX 77002-9615

Category: Restaurant >

Region: Downtown/ Midtown

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Hours: Monday through Friday, 5 a.m. to 5:30 p.m.; Saturday, 5 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. (713)524-5778

Oyster poor boy: $4.75
Shrimp poor boy: $4.75
Cheeseburger poor boy: $2.25

3902 Main Street

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The sandwich costs $5.14, tax included. The oysters are hot and juicy. I douse them well with Louisiana hot sauce, push the top layer of the 12-inch roll down hard, and attack. The oysters gush into the lettuce, tomatoes and tartar sauce, creating that perfectly moist and creamy texture. It is one of those rare foods in which every bite tastes better than the last. Along with soft-shell crab poor boys (which are rare), oyster poor boys are my favorite sandwiches. I am not alone in my high opinion of them.

"The grinder of New England is a cousin to the hoagie of Philadelphia, and both are kissin' kin to the ubiquitous submarine. But in the sandwich equivalent of the Social Register, none ranks higher than the poor boy (or po' boy) of New Orleans, and the pride of that family is the oyster poor boy," opined William Rice, food and wine columnist for the Chicago Tribune.

I have tried oyster poor boys all over Houston. Nowhere else did anyone ask me how I wanted my oysters done. They just went ahead and overcooked them. Nowhere else did they use authentic skinny bread, so that the ratio of bread to oyster remained low enough so you can actually taste the juicy mollusks. And nowhere else were the sandwiches so moist. This is clearly the best oyster poor boy in town. And yet, when I try to tell people about Original New Orleans Po' Boy, they look at me like I've lost my mind.

"You mean that grimy little green and yellow place on Main Street?" one woman asked in astonishment. "Yuck," she quickly added.

"You're not talking about that greasy spoon with the painted windows?" my editor asked in disbelief when I said I wanted to write about it.

"Yes," I assured them both. "That's the place." Neither seemed to think that a dive like Original New Orleans Po' Boy was a good candidate for a review.

The best oyster poor boy I've ever eaten came from St. Roch's on St. Claude Street in New Orleans. St. Roch's is an eyesore. The dilapidated wooden structure sits in the down-and-out Marais district, across the tracks from the French Quarter. There are only a couple of communal tables, and the crowd always seems to include at least one homeless person smoking cigarettes and panhandling. The place smells like a fish store, which in fact it is.

Original New Orleans Po' Boy is positively antiseptic by comparison. Granted, the restaurant has seen better days. A new coat of red paint was recently applied to the front of the building, accented with some sloppy white lettering. As for the green and yellow paint on the windows, one assumes the original builder had no idea how hot it would get inside the structure -- or how high the electric bills would be -- when the summer sun poured through the glass. So somebody painted over the windows.

The tall sign in the potholed parking lot is probably the restaurant's most distinguishing feature. On the top is a silhouette of a guy with a cane and a strangely wide top hat. But the sign has been painted over in fire-engine red, so you can't see the guy anymore, except in your imagination. I envision him as an R. Crumb caricature of Southern elegance.

The inside of the restaurant features orange plastic chairs, worn Formica tables and an old terrazzo floor that still bears the scars of previously built-in furniture. The walls are dominated by a collection of Coca-Cola artifacts. There are hundreds of eight-ounce Coke bottles commemorating everything from Enron Field's opening last year to the Kentucky Wildcats' national basketball championship in 1978. There are also Coke bottles in Arabic, Korean and other scripts that I can't identify, along with Coca-Cola jigsaw puzzles, clocks, mirrors, trays, pins and refrigerator magnets. It's a funny-looking place, all right. But what do you expect from a poor boy joint?

I find the answer to that question hanging on the wall. In a framed review that appeared in this paper ("Poor Boy Riches," February 1, 1996), Brad Tyer tells us that Antone's defines the "state-of-the-art" in Houston poor boys, while Original New Orleans Po' Boy is a "low-brow variant."

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