KERENZA EVANS SAMPLES 'THE ANTIDOTE TO CITY LIFE' AT THE ANTHOLOGIST
The first time I had a Louisiana Po’Boy was in rather memorable circumstances. On vacation in New Orleans, I had wandered into a bar where a buffet of Southern home-cooked delights had appeared and was told, upon inquiring, that ‘of course, it was free!’ Happily if confusedly tucking in, a few minutes later, I would learn that the buffet was part of a funeral wake for a blues singer nicknamed ‘The King’.
