I made sure to seek out a good po’boy in New Orleans. Or, as they’re known throughout most of the country, a sub sandwich. I got some good soul food too, collard greens and all. But what really stood apart in New Orleans was the rabbit. At Coop’s Place, on Decatur St. in the French Quarter, I had the ultimate bar food: rabbit and sausage jambalaya. I asked my bar companion Mark, a local carpenter, to be describe it for me. Of course, it’s like chicken but a bit tougher, he said. Then, for good measure, he added that he’d been eating the food at Coop’s for 12 years. Good enough for me. And it was, though I still can’t tell you what rabbit tastes like. I guess it’s like . . .

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