I did a bad bad thing last week. After reading about Chop’t in the New York Post, I was compelled to go and check out their Po’boy Salad. Anybody who reads this blog with any frequency knows I have a special place in my heart for New Orleans- and even a generic salad chain like Chop’t can get me to pay attention to them by making something called a Po’boy Salad. What does that even mean? And quite frankly, how could I not?
Walking into Chop’t was a particularly terrifying experience. As described in the Post article, the place is packed, and very intimidating (the menu is very long and if you don’t know exactly what you want you’ll hold everything up), and while I find salad places to be scary enough on their own- imagine how much scarier it becomes when you put giant machetes in the hands of the people making these salads. It’s much harder to look at people with derision in your eyes when they’re holding giant salad cutting knives.
Despite being excited mildly interested, I should have known something was wrong immediately when I spotted the ingredient list of the Po’boy Salad. Fried chicken (that’s good), lettuce (sure), tomato (makes sense), and cheese (???). Cheese? I don’t seem to remember cheese on any Po’boy I’ve ever had. I do remember pickles. But there are no pickles on this salad. I don’t know what I was expecting, and I probably would have just turned and walked out right then, if I hadn’t spotted spotted something that actually stirred a bit of genuine excitement inside me. Something so grotesque (in a good way) that it could actually have a chance of redeeming this monstrosity of a lunch establishment. Read more »
Posted by Zach Brooks at 11:23 am, June 23rd, 2008 under Chop't, Salads.