Po’Boy Quarter
295 Smith Street
Fitzroy
http://gumbokitchen.com.au/
Among the latest crop of storefronts contributing to the gentrification of the half-Fitzroy, half-Collingwood Smith St is Po’ Boy Quarter – Gumbo Kitchen’s new permanent, wheel-less cousin to their eponymous roving food truck.
Po’ Boy continues the New Orleans theme with a menu solely consisting of “po’ boy” sandwiches – giant, crusty subs filled with an array of fried, barbecued and slow cooked meats (and the odd veg option of course). The name allegedly originated in the late 1920s when New Orleans street-car workers were on strike – two former workers-come-restaurateurs put on free sandwiches for the local strikees, dubbed the “poor boys” for obvious reasons, and the name stuck – albeit to the sandwiches. The Louisianan accent did the rest.
Po’ Boy’s po’ boys are massive. That has to be said outright. Sure, the decor is a nice, if not expected, mix of recycled tiles, exposed brick and rough sawn timber, but to be perfectly honest the first thing that struck me about the place was the size of their sandwiches. They are gargantuan. They don’t fit in your average sandwich bag. They come in a box.
I went for the deep fried shrimp with coleslaw, and B decided the barbecue pulled pork was her cup of tea. Jay was back and forth between the two, but eventually settled on the shrimp as well. In the interest of balance, we bought Judy a pork sandwich and fries to share. Other options included slow-cooked beef ‘debris’ and deep fried tomatoes for the vegetable-inclined.
The pulled pork po’ boy isn’t for the faint of heart – or patients suffering lockjaw.
Getting your mouth around one of these is no simple task. We all resorted to picking off the top first – the deep fried shrimp were crispy and delicious, dressed in a ridiculously good mayonnaise of some description, while the pulled pork was drenched in a barbecue sauce that gave me instant food envy (I’ve since been back and can confirm that the pork is my current favourite).
Balancing things out for us was a rugged coleslaw with apple, while the porkys got a mixed salad in theirs. To our collective surprise, we all discovered a giant, whole pickle lurking at the base of our sandwiches, all of which were devoured with gusto.
I can’t even remember what the fries were like, but suffice to say they tasted delicious when dipped in the pork sauce. In saying that, I could eat just about anything like that.
The only complaint was the quality of the bread – considering the number of quality bakeries locally, the bread was not as fresh and soft as it could have been. A minor gripe though, and we’ll chalk that up to either teething problems or perhaps a faithfulness to the true ‘po’ boy’ aesthetic.