As our cab driver taking us to Mahony’s grumbled over going so far when the best po-boy was just around the corner, I realized every local takes pride in their favorite po-boy. Mahony’s is considered a more modern and pricier joint, and I’m told that you either love it or hate it. I loved it because the shrimp and oysters were perfectly fried with a cornmeal crust that crunched on the outside while sealing in the juiciness of the seafood. And the fresh Leidenheimer French bread, which is light and the crust flaky, makes a perfect sub. There was also the grilled jumbo shrimp with fried green tomatoes and remoulade, which I ate all too quickly. With a Bloody Mary, I felt completely satiated by my first real po-boy experience in its native Louisiana.