So. Today was my first day back in the gym after months of laziness and broken new years resolutions. I felt great! So great, that I decided to celebrate. What better way to celebrate my first step toward better health than to fuel my body with something nutritious.

JUST KIDDING!

I wanted something FRIED!

After much deliberation, I decided that I wanted a fried oyster po’ boy. But from where!?! Unfortunately, I live way too far from New Orleans to get one from Bourbon or Canal Street. Le sigh. Thankfully, with the help of my Scoutmob app on my phone, I discovered On The Bayou. On The Bayou is this cute little eatery in Smyrna that claims to serve up “authentic” Creole and Cajun food.  Note that I said authentic? TUH! We shall see about that! Although I am not a Creole princess [I pray that I turn into one everyday], my family has taken annual trips to New Orleans since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. As a result, I do believe i have had my fair share of beignets and fishbowls and know my way around a po’ boy. I]

Anywhoo, when I walked in I was greeted by John [which I found out his pops owns the joint] and I immediately felt at home.  New Orleans is known for its laid back vibe and On The Bayou gave me that familiar feeling. I half expected to look out the window and see Bourbon Street. John gave me the rundown of the menu but I knew what I came for. I ordered the twelve inch po’ boy, half with oysters and the other half with tilapia. FRIED. HARD. My body was ready. A short time later, the chef [because i am VIP, DUH!] brought out my plate and said “, I hope you’re HONGRY!” And boy was I…

 

 

 

Look at it…

 

LOOK AT IT!!!

 

Look how beautiful it is. You see it?! And it was as delicious as it looked. GET IN MY BELLY!!!

From its Leidenheimer bread straight from the bakery, fresh and perfectly battered oysters and tilapia, shredded lettuce, tomatoes, pickles and mayo. So simple. So perfect. SOOOOO DELICIOUS.

YALL. It was perfection. I made love to that po’boy. With my mouth. It was not PG. And I am only partially kidding. I often paused to look at it and question my previous life decisions. Because clearly I was living life wrong before I ate it. But now I am redeemed.

Ok. But seriously. It was very delicious. And I will be back and I will be bringing my parents, because my Pops loves him some gumbo.

 

Before I bid you adieu, I leave you with this hilarious joke:

Q. Why don’t oysters give to charity?

A. Because they’re shellfish.