Po'Boys and Paint

Juli Kearns Everyday Stories 7 Comments

There we are driving down Boulevard on our way to get ice cream for H.o.p. and I see a pint-size purple restaurant with a couple of tables outside and customers headed inside and big letters proclaiming honest to god New Orleans PO’BOYS! Marty had already proposed eating out, which I’d nixed, though we were all starved as it had been …