Photos by Lucie Monk
A new food-focused series on the established places around the area whose flavors and atmospheres keep us coming back for seconds (and twenty-seconds).
Most visitors to Pastime Restaurant have stopped in to the South Boulevard landmark enough to know the drill: you write your order down, you grab a table wherever you
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like (or wherever’s still empty), and you catch up on notable moments in LSU’s pigskin history, told in framed articles that crowd the walls, until the loudspeaker crackles a version of your name.
I’m here because I craved a shrimp poboy, because 10 am creeped around at work and I whimsied up a remedy to the Tuesday blues: two crusty lengths of bread grinning with breaded shrimp, mayo’s sweet tang, and the chilly touch of tomato and iceberg lettuce. No pickles, please.
My grip on the poboy is a two-handed muzzle at first, but it’s not long before I’m down to one thumb and one middle finger, pinching three-bites-worth of bread that I circle slyly over the tomato’s rosy spatter. The fries, a mound of gold and salt, are a pretty companion, but I leave them, callously, to go cold. My attention’s saved for the stray shrimp lolling at the plate’s edge. And is that one more breadcrumb I see?
Pastime Restaurant 252 South Boulevard pastimerestaurant.com