We loaded up the Council For The Preservation Of The Poor Boy Sandwich and headed down to Plaquemines Parish on Sunday for the 69th edition of their big Orange Festival.
The party was held at Fort Jackson and we were beyond excited to visit the site of the biggest Confederate mutiny ever recorded during the Civil War.
But we were also excited to be eating from a gang of down-river food vendors. In Louisiana if you go to a festival you can rest assured you will be eating high on the hog as even the most modest gathering will have a laser focus on keeping everybody’s bellies full and content.
Alligator Sausage Po Boys are on the menu at Big Wil And The Warden’s kiosk so we freeze in our tracks and immediately rush the counter.
At $8.75 the value is only fair to middling but alligator has gotten expensive over the years and anytime their meat is on offer we feel its tractor-beam like pull on our gullets and immediately start reaching for our wallets.
The sandwich comes out quickly and it’s fine. Served dry on good French bread the meaty sausage has probably been blended with pork as there is a fair amount of fat in the grind. A slather of mayonnaise or mustard or both would’ve greatly benefited this po boy but we were offered neither and are content to accept our lot.
A few French fries come as a side but they are of the freezer truck stripe and therefor offer little.
The 2015 Orange Festival is tiny. It’s our first visit to the long-running affair and we’re surprised at how few people are in attendance. Several booths are done up in orange-fruit regalia and are offering free slices of a wide array of orange varietals all of which are juicy and delicious.A cadre of Confederate War veteran-types are putting on militaristic displays and they provide plenty entertainment with their tall tales and live weaponry.
The sun is quickly disappearing so we prepare to leave. Plaquemines Parish is gorgeous and we’re looking forward to a slow ride back to New Orleans so we can soak in some serious lower Louisiana scenery. We’re only 40 miles from the mouth of the Mississippi and the ‘end of the world’ but it’s northbound 23 that’s calling us back to our 9th Ward homes.