Shrimp Po' boy
Wings, grilled.. then fried a little
Crawfish Po' boy
Hey, wasn't there a...
... wait there it is.
The coming and going of the Superbowl is always laced with mixed emotions for me. Sweet, from the playoffs and the two-week pomp-fest that culminates in a game for all the marbles; Bitter, from the realization that all I have to look forward to is March Madness. Then it's five months 'til football. I guess the best part about not actually caring who wins the game is that I can focus my attention on the more savory aspects of a Sunday afternoon gathering. It helps having commercial-grade equipment.