Catherine T.
Yelp
About a month ago I had a dream. I dreamt that I could find a great shrimp po' boy in the Pacific Northwest.
After trying a few around town in recent months, I naturally assumed I would have to go without a great one, or even a decent one. Y'see, I went to New Orleans for my 40th berfday at the beginning of last March. I hadn't been to New Orleans since I graduated college there almost twenty years earlier, and I felt like getting and staying drunk as fuck for the entire week of my 40th, so why not go to New Orleans?
On that trip I ate nothing but shrimp po' boys, and beignets from Cafe Du Monde. I'd never heard of a po' boy before I went to college, and once I tried one I constantly craved them.
But, having moved to Seattle nearly eight months ago from Texas, I realized I would have to mostly go without things like Tex-Mex and Texas bbq, and other southern stuff. I notice Seattleites tend to drown bbq with sauce. If you serve it to a Texan that way, we wonder what the fuck you're hiding.
At any rate, I'd seen some of my fellow local Yelpers promoting this particular food truck in a few different Yelp Talk threads, and I discovered that they spend every Wednesday lunch near my office, so I trucked it over there three weeks ago on my berfday.
HOLY FRENCH QUARTER, BATMAN!
This is definitely the best shrimp po' boy I've had in Seattle, and I've had almost all of them at this point. The beignets aren't quite as good as Cafe Du Monde's, but let's be honest -- no one's are.
I've gone back to Matt's every Wednesday since my berfday for another shrimp po' boy, and today I even took a chance and tried out the cheese grits and cornbread. Oh my fucking GAWD, those were great! They give you honey butter with the cornbread, and I nearly fell out of my chair it was so delectable. The grits were the best cheese grits I've had, even better than my own.
I'm so full now that I'll have to take an Uber to the bus stop after work. Pass the Tums.