And we were badly in need of a po boy after several days on the road, far away from our beloved New Orleans.
Philips offers an Italian hoagie that would do good justice to nearly any po boy shop in New Orleans. It’s fat, priced right at under $5 and is overstuffed in the New Orleans fashion.
It is also delicious.
Walking in the old quick mart feels like the 1960s. I immediately inquire of the cashier what year the market opened and he replies “oh about 50 years ago”
It feels good in here if you like dank, divey restaurants filled with clutter and the aroma of catfish, meatloaf and french fries filling the air.The man working the counter of the tiny cafe in the back of the market keeps the patrons entertained with a stream of consciousness rap about everything under the sun including his roots as a country boy and what’s going on with the P-Funk All Stars these days.
We place our order and retire to a wooden chair to take in the entertainment. Construction workers and UK students are the backbone of the lunch crowd and it’s entertaining to see the hardhats in Red Wing boots on queue with skinny little boys in shower sandals wearing mammoth backpacks.
They too will grow up and put man-shoes on one day.
Our sandwich arrives bound tightly in aluminum foil. A whoosh of hot, scented air arises when I strip the metal jacket off my meal. It’s practically molten.
The po boy weighs in at nearly a pound and features ham, salami, pepperoni, bacon, mozzarella, lettuce, tomato, pickled banana peppers and Italian dressing. It’s a homely sandwich with little to recommend it other than the fact that it’s tasty.
Which is all we care about anyway. When we compliment one of the young girls behind the counter on the food she stares dead ahead, slowly raises her arms and says “it was made by these hands”She’s a solemn lass and clearly takes her job seriously.
There’s not a lot of historical information out there on Phillips Market. The workers were flying about during our visit and we didn’t want to grill them during their lunch rush.
And a rush it was as streams of people were filing in and out the doors leaving with sacks stuffed full of fried catfish, baloney sandwiches and bacon cheeseburgers.
A note must be made of the pricing at Phillips Market as you can score a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for $1.60 and a hamburger costs just a dime more. Don’t have that kind of money? Buy a hotdog for a buck twenty.We wonder what their pricing looked like back in the 60’s when they were just starting out.
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