So, there is seafood, and then there is the drunken shrimp at the Gumbo Pot in the Farmer’s Market. The drunken shrimp take it to another level. I was away from LA for two months recently and when I got back, I made a beeline from LAX to the Farmer’s Market for some drunken shrimp.
So, first of all, it needs to be understood that everything at the Gumbo Pot is awesome. I love the sweet potato salad, and I love the po’boys, and the fried okra will seriously be the death of me. And you obviously can’t go wrong with the gumbo itself. But I feel like the drunken shrimp are the oft-overlooked crown jewel of the Gumbo Pot’s menu.
When you order the drunken shrimp, you get a bowl lined with waxed paper, filled with a steaming hot broth that is made out of beer. And rosemary. And probably butter. And did I mention beer? It’s made out of beer. That might be the most important fact here. It’s made out of beer and it’s damn spicy and it warms you up and you can feel it down to your toes.
And in that steaming, golden, buttery beer broth, are the drunken shrimp themselves. They are spicy, they are sweet, they are tender and delicious. These shrimp are truly blessed amongst shrimp, for to end up in a shining bowl of buttery beer broth must be an auspicious fate indeed.
But the best part? The best part isn’t even the wonderful wonderful shrimp. The best part is the loaf of french bread that comes on the side. Because once you’ve finished your shrimp, you get to sop up your buttery beer broth with french bread. And that, my friends, is the most delicious thing in the world.
The Gumbo Pot, at Farmer’s Market
6333 West 3rd Street, 90036