I’ll continue the weekend of long-forgotten gems with this one: PoBoy Jim. We used to come here all the time. Then, in the interest of not weighing 300 lbs., we quit cold-turkey, not to return again…until immediately after a 10-mile hike. I had also written it off. A sandwich’s a sandwich’s a sandwich. And, in the case of PoBoy Jim, fried meat + more fried meat + a gratuitous amount of mayonnaise + bread = sandwich.
So, like I said: my husband had the Atlas poboy: fried chicken, fried shrimp, bacon, and chipotle mayo. And like that wasn’t enough, it came with an Ireland’s worth of fries. Now, I could usually take or leave fries. But wow, these were fabulously crispy and seasoned. Then, that sandwich: they use cornmeal to bread both the chicken and the seafood, which makes the exterior super crispy and interesting instead of just oily. There was too much bread in general. I’m not sure if it can legally be called a sandwich if you have to eat it with a fork and knife. But at least the components were delicious.
I got the pear and walnut salad with grilled salmon on top. The salad itself was small and cries out for a protein, and the salmon was that protein. It had a great, smokey, blackened flavor but was still flaky and delicious. The salad was still fresh and well-composed, if not super interesting.
Price: $20 per person.
Bottom line: PoBoy Jim is not the fanciest, but it has all the things for sandwich-eaters and non-sandwich-eaters alike, plus tasty tasty seafood. Also, gratuitous amounts of mayo. You know, all the things.