Ah, Mother's. I will never forget the first time I took my Illinois born wife to lunch at Mother's. The place was packed as usual and the line was moving along. When asked by the line waitress what she wanted M said she thought she would have the red beans & rice. "You want the plate or the dinner, dawlin'?" "Well, I guess the dinner," M replied. I knew what was coming but didn't say anything. There promptly appeared a platter of red beans and rice with two huge sausages, a half loaf of french bread and a side dish of potato salad. The waitress winked at me, gave M a big smile and said, "Eat hawty dawlin'." I've seen a similar spectacle many times since. I remember being sitting next to a table of folks from Detroit who sat absolutely spellbound at the amount of food when their order arrived.
Despite the continuing debate on this and other food boards about whether Mother's is declining or whether it makes the best po'boy in New Orleans, one thing is certain - you can't go wrong eating there. You can find good po'boys at Dot Domilisie's, Johnny's, and a hundred other places (including, if your up for a trip down to Jean Lafitte, at Boutte's or Voleo's and I highly recommend that you do) but Mother's has never let me down. I love the place, including the community tables where you can hob-nob with folks from all walks of life. New Orleans, New Orleans, New Orleans, oh, how I miss it.