I think I'm going to devote this entire post to Mother's. Mothers is just a couple blocks outside the French Quarter (on Canal St, hang a right at the doubletree and go a couple blocks) proper and thus is frequented by people in the know or locals. No drunken bachelorette parties from Florida here.
Their sign boasts "world's best baked ham" . . .
I usually dismiss such claims, because who doesn't make them, really?
Because, even after a night of fast and hard drinking, the Phenom was like a worm in hot ash and couldn't sleep, we got up early and headed over. We arrived just before 11am, which is when they start lunch service (although they serve breakfast all day) so, I had to put off my foray into the world of ferdi. Instead, I went for the 2 egg, grits, meat, biscuit breakfast, or "the usual".
I was done in by the usual. That has never happened before. Look:
Friday night, we returned for the ferdi experience. First, I should explain, a Ferdi is Mother's version of the New Orleans classic sandwich, the Po' boy. A po'boy is sturdy french bread with the meat of your choice (often several, and/or deep fried sea food) and is dressed with mustard, pickles, and lettuce. The ferdi takes this to a whole new level. Sure, Mother's has the fried catfish or fried shrimp po' boys . . . but the classic is the Ferdi or the Turkey Ferdi. I opted for the Turkey Ferdi with ham.
The Phenom ordered a bowl of their jambalaya. He liked it but said it didn't burn the way he was hoping it would.
Oh, there was a decent line, on Friday night, at 8:30 to just get into the place . . . and they had one of NOLA's finest handling the door. And, this is a place that's been open since the 30s. Below is the Phenom's jambalaya.
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