Food Memories

If you were to walk past my desk on any given work day and I was not engaged in some lengthy conversation about insurance, it is likely you would find my colleague Donna and I rambling on about something we recently cooked, ate or all the above. We like to talk about food and we can rattle off recipes and stories until we have half of the office gathering around and chiming in. This past Friday we decided to order po boys for lunch. We didn't order from just any sandwich shop, but from a place both Donna and I have known and loved for much of our lives. Donna has been going to Short Stop for years and continues to do so. For her there is no better roast beef po boy. For myself, I haven't ordered a sandwich there in probably close to 20 years or more; but before that most of my Saturdays included standing in line at the Short Stop with Big Joe. Sloppy, extra mayo, roast beef po boys were a way of life then and by no means could you have one without plenty of napkins, a bag of Fritos corn chips and a can of Barq's root beer. This past Friday I decided to relive that glorious combo meal of my youth and I got to tell you after the first bite I was 12 years old again. Even though they have completely remodeled, it's great to have places like Short Stop still around.