Seven Sloppy Sandwiches: Mount Munchmore: Mt. Po at Da Levee
Da Levee makes a mountain out of a Po' boy, and climbing it (I don't recommend trying this alone) is a lotta fun - and a Dr. G.A.-prescribed hangover cure. It all starts with the place's "magic bread," which is a garlic bread-like, crisply toasted baguette-y roll. On top of that goes Da Levee's homemade "Dat Sauce," an oil-based tongue-tingler. Then comes a slew of tender and juicy, slow-cooked and pulled chicken breast (itself redolent of hot sauce), pleasantly crispy bacon, hard-charging chorizo, plus lettuce and tomato.
Before scaling this matterhorn of a New Orleans-of-the-mind sandwich, I suggest you smash it down with the palms of your hands. Then open up as wide as possible and allow its salty, chili-fied, meaty and crunchy charms to cast a voodoo spell on you, run down your chin, threaten your shirt and plaster a grin on your keelhauled face. (Note: This thing is powerful enough to echo around your brain and mouth for a while afterwards.)
Name and number: Mt. Po, $9
765 N. High St., Short North