Oh my goddamn...
I have had a lot of Banh Mi sandwiches in my life. I've had them from Saigon. I've had them from Lil' Saigon. I've had the one from Mendocino Farms. But non of them come close to the quality of the Banh Mi here.
I originally heard about them in the Thrillest article citing the 10 Best Banh Mis in Los Angeles. They've got kind of a weird way of doing things here. You follow them on Instagram or Twitter and wait for them to send out a schedule of where they'll be delivering to.
"da fuq?"
So, after the schedule comes out, you email them your name, address and phone number, and they'll make you a sandwich. However, they only have a limited amount of sandwiches, so your "Imma eat a fuckin' banh mi" game has got to be tight. ya feels n*gga? word.
They text you about 30 minutes before hand and are beyond nice in the delivery and really give you the feeling that they take pride in what they do, and are appreciative of the customers.
"holy jesus" - That's the first thing that went through my mind when I bit into this sandwich. There wasn't a single thing wrong with this bad boy. The baguette was crusty, but didn't shred up the roof of my mouth. That in itself is worth every penny i'll ever earn in my life. The pickled veggies were shredded ultra thin and weren't over powering. The pork belly is a gift from the heavens. Straight-up. Sweet, smokey, tender. To top this prize-piece off, they crumble up their chips on it. If you want more out of sandwich, then go to church and take it up with God. This is the closest to edible immortality that you're going to get.
The chips that came from it were wavey and had this sweet-ass glaze on them. This ish was dank. nuff said.
All-in-all, I would eat this sandwich every-other-day of my life for the rest of my life. If this place ever has to shut down shop, best believe like i'll make post-verdict-Ferguson look like Disneyland. read more