Street/47th Ave., SF
hearing at Pittsburgh's Pub
have quite a large menu for such a tiny place out there. Cajun Pacific
is located just blocks away from its namesake, the Pacific Ocean, in the
outer reaches of the Sunset. Don't shy away from the distance my
fellow Judges took the long N Judah ride and seemed none the worse for
wear when we met.
Our waiter was a friendly
beachcomber type. Listen close to him. I don't know if it's his mumbly
Johnson talk or my potato-filled ears that made him difficult to hear
but you don't want to miss out on what's being cooked up special -- that's
where I found my tasty sandwich.
We started off with
a "sampler" seafood appetizer. You can get that barbecued or fried, and
we chose fried of course. It was great for three judges. For $6.95 you
get two pieces of shrimp, oysters, and catfish. The shrimp was jumbo,
the catfish was delicious, and the oysters, well, they were fried, thank
Neptune. We all went for different types of the Po Boy sandwich, specialties
of the house I do believe. Mine featured a nice sized soft-shell crab
that really filled out the bun nicely. They give you the option of fixin's:
lettuce, tomatoes, and a pickle. Next time I think I'll skip 'em, don't
really need it. Every bite was a delight of tasty, crunchy crab. It wasn't
a cheap treat at $8.95 but well worth the price. We shared some fries:
fresh-cut potato type with seasonings, nice.
When you go you may
want to check out the backside of the menu. Quite an extensive list of
entrees, including meatloaf and jambalaya. I'm venturing over to that
side next time, oh yeah.
upon a time I happened upon a gas station/mini-mart called Glen's Cajun
Deli in rural Louisiana. They sold poboys (po-boys, poorboys, et al.)
It's the South's version of a submarine sandwich or hoagie. But they've
got a lot of seafood down there, and it's cheap. That's why I got a giant
fresh-made sandwich stuffed to the gills with big, fresh, juicy, crispy,
Cajun-spiced shrimp for around five bucks. Lettuce, tomato, mayo, on a
soft French roll.
daddy! I never forgot it. There must have been 20 shrimp on there. But,
alas, that was rural Louisiana, and this is San Francisco. Still, a tip
from reader-eater Toni led us to Cajun Pacific, which is practically IN
the Pacific out in the Sunset. I must admit, having had that Louisiana
sandwich, they were up against it. And they fell short. But I really liked
the atmosphere and their legit Louisiana chow.
sampler was perfectly fried (where'd the grease go?) with nice chunks
of catfish, oysters, and giant butterflied shrimp. I thought the shrimp
was alligator for a while, it was so big and flat. Real nice breading
and great spicy dipping sauce. Then came our po-boys I think Judge McC
made the best pick of the night with the softshell crab. My shrimp po-boy
was right-on in every way but one. Not enough shrimp. I must have had
three or four bites where I could not detect shrimp. Sad. But the bites
WITH shrimp were quite good. Very close to what I had at Glen's, minus
the mountain of shrimp.
I know shrimp are probably a lot more expensive here than in some bayou
Louisiana gas station. And the price was probably fair at $6.95 (or was
it $7.95?) for that amount. Maybe a smaller roll? Or, raise the price
a buck or two and throw on a few more shrimp. I'd like to go back and
try the other dishes on the menu: jambalaya, crawfish pie, file gumbo,
etc. Those crawfish beignets looked good. Anyway, if you never ate a sandwich
from a gas station in Louisiana, or are looking for good Cajun, definitely
check it out.
on lack of shrimp, I award three corn dogs.
is a swear word to me after living there in a former life. The first time
the Court dined in those fogged parts we were gored by the Bashful Bull,
our most roach-strewn restaurant yet. This time we were being sent even
further out on the N Judas, this time into the 40s, where I used to live.
All signs pointed to street-car trauma, fistfights between judges, and
of that happened! Our N rides were nearly pleasant, and the judges were
all nice to one another. What's more, the food at Cajun Pacific (a restaurant
too good to exist when I lived near it) was scrumptious. Fried things
are usually good, but those in our appetizer sampler plate (particularly
the oysters and the shrimps) were battered and fried with exceptional
care. I really enjoyed my "Da Bomb" po-boy of "barbeque"
(actually just sauteed in some bbq sauce) catfish and shrimp, but it came
up short in one respect: seafood count. There were about four shrimps,
and a couple small slabs of catfish, a lack that left these both hard
to taste inside the bun and other fixings.
reason, and that reason only, I can't award more than three dogs. But
three dogs in the Outerest Sunset is pretty tough to wrench out of this
judge. Congratulations, Cajun Pacific. Where were you when?