Our church has a lunch fellowship once a month called Food For The Soul (yes, I go to church, be nice). This month, we went to a fairly new place in town called Po Boy BBQ. They don’t have a web site, just a Facebook page, alas. But, if you’re ever in Corydon and want to go to Po Boy’s, it’s over there in that little strip near Wal-Mart, behind the Dairy Queen, where the Subways is. You know: between the movie theater and Culvers, Catty-cornered from the bank. Yeah, yeah, there.
Kids are welcome, too.
Don’t see anybody? Ring for service.
The kitchen is right back there, to one side of that gorgeous copper tile.
They had these for sale. I didn’t buy one, because I didn’t know what they were. Now that I do, I wish I’d bought one. Kinley is a little girl — or a young woman, now — who is raising money to improve the playrooms at a children’s hospital in Louisville, Kentucky. Kids today, eh? Kids today. What can you say about kids today, except YOU GO, KIDS! And you can stand on my lawn any time. <3
I wanted one of everything, but I settled for this. It’s an Uncle Vanya, or a Grandpa Jones, or — No, I remember: It’s a Papa George. It’s a combination of pulled pork and beef brisket, sweet potato fries, the best slaw I ever ate, and something called “Carolina Golden Sauce” or sumpin. It was mustardy. Me no like. I was supposed to dip the fries in it. Blechh. I think I might have liked it as a dressing on my sammich, but I put the red BBQ sauce on it, instead.
I hope we go again sometime.
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