Just thinking about the food is making me hungry. Must.Stop.
Or maybe I just need to go to Cajun Tailgators in Plano.
It's an itty-bitty shop (with a food truck though, which is no itty-bitty thing). But we don't let size distract us from the main thing which, in this case, is the fact that they bring their bread in from New Orleans.
A small, but tasty and oh-so-important, detail that makes all the difference when you bite into a po'boy. There's just nothing like the real thing.
(Just ask any lover of Chicago pizza - the true believers drop ship because the difference is in the crust.)
I've now gone twice to Cajun Tailgators for lunch. Both times I ordered a po'boy - the first was fried crawfish, the second was fried shrimp.
I preferred the crawfish as it was slightly more tender and flavorful.
The po'boys come with a side of onion ring or Cajun fries. Smart lunch-eaters heading back to work opt for the fries. Even if I wasn't going back to work, I'd still pick them because they are goooood. And I say that as an onion ring lover.