Last night my co-workers and I went out for one last “hoorah” before our dear friend, manager, and partner in crime leaves us next week for the mountains of Denver, Colorado. She’ll be insanely missed and, given her love for this city, we couldn’t think of a better way to send her off to brave the snow than an “only in New Orleans” dinner consisting of po-boys, beer, and fried pickles.
Considering the amount of people who were going to show, plus the fact that we’re all a bit loud and boisterous, I had to choose carefully when it came to the restaurant. Luckily, my Urbanspoon app directed me to Tracey’s on Magazine and I instantly thought to myself, “Perfect!” The place is huge, the food screams “Nawlins,” and the outside tables were perfect for soaking up this amazing May weather.
I treated the “leaving lady” to a Roast Beef Po-Boy, which we split, and an order of fries. Now, I haven’t had a roast beef po-boy in quite some time, so my judgment might be a little off, but I thought this po-boy was pure excellence. The bread was crunchy, tomato bright red and cold, lettuce still crisp, and the meat was just the right amount of sloppy. There was nothing dry or flavorless about this po-boy and we showed our love by devouring the entire thing, quickly.
My “handsome gentleman friend” ordered a half of a Muffaletta, so you can imagine my surprise when I went to pick it up at the window and saw this monster staring back at me. I don’t eat muffalettas (the whole olive salad thing doesn’t do it for me) so I didn’t ask to try it. I did, however, snag a piece of the crispy ham spilling out of the side while he wasn’t looking and it was quite delicious. Unfortunately, my gentleman friend didn’t find it at all appealing and threw most of it away. This sorta saddened my soul.
After everyone had eaten we stayed at the restaurant a long time, telling hilarious stories and allowing our laughter to reverberate through the neighborhood. We always have so much fun together and I know our friend, while she’s definitely excited to leave, is really going to miss the hell out of us. The roast beef po-boy from Tracey’s may be the last po-boy she has for a long time, so I was happy that we made it a good one. Happy travels, crazy girl, but don’t be gone too long.