Everyone loves sandwiches, even Playboy! And of course, everyone loves a sandwich list! Playboy's top 10 includes plenty of droolworthy photos — a departure from the mag's usual subjects — and three of my personal favorites: the banh mi at Saigon Sandwiches, the pastrami at Katz's, and the French Dip at Philippe's in Los Angeles (below).
Rounding out the top 10 are the lobster roll at Straight Wharf Fish Store in Nantucket, a Cuban in Tampa, Pat's King of Steaks Philly cheesesteak, Al's Italian beef, and more. If you've been to any of these other joints, I'd love to hear your recommendations, though it sounds like Playboy knows its stuff.
On the way back from seeing Animal Collective in Big Sur, we planned a stop in Burlingame to eat at the much-lauded Bonne Sante, recommended by local sandwich lover Mandy. The pitstop did not disappoint: huge, Italian-influenced subs stuffed with a rainbow of surprising ingredients. I wish I'd written down the names of the sandwiches we enjoyed, but I remember the gist. Mine had a thick, moist, herbed chicken breast with green pepper and some sort of berry jam/relish, which was a little too sweet but perfect by the time I had the second half for dinner. Andrew's was a spicy deal featuring chicken fingers and all sorts of other yummy flavors. The bread (French and Dutch Crunch) was fluffy like clouds and the veggies crisp and succulent. But really, these photos speak for themselves.
A friend of mine recently gave me some fresh eggs from her backyard chicken coop, complete with the hugest, yellowest yolks I've ever had the pleasure of eating. Since I love a sweet and savory breakfast sandwich, I got out the strawberry and meyer lemon marmalade that had done me so right before and combined it with crisped prosciutto and Bays English muffins.
One of the great tragedies of my trip to New Orleans last November is that Domilise's was closed the day I tried to eat there. Thankfully, my dad and Dee visited New Orleans a few weeks later, so I sent them on a pilgrimage to the legendary po'boy restaurant and bar. My stepmom Dee was kind enough to take photos of their sandwiches, the unique ambiance at the 85-year old restaurant, and the owners, Dot Domilise and her daughter-in-law Patti. Fried oyster po'boy, fully dressed — no one does it like Domilise's. Check out the gallery below.
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After a recent trip to Vancouver, I realized I hadn't eaten a sandwich in five days! Then I second guessed my declaration when I remembered our burger cookout (pictured).
But to me, a burger isn't really a sandwich; it started out as one but has since transcended the definition to become its own distinct category. What do you think?
I am allergic to peanuts, but that didn't stop me from stopping by Peanut Butter and Co. in New York's Greenwich Village. Even if I can't sample most of the sandwiches, I couldn't pass up visiting this emporium devoted entirely to creative peanut butter combinations.
The menu includes everything from basic PB&Js to Fluffernutters, peanut butter and Nutella, and the Elvis (PB, banana, honey, and, if you choose, bacon). The cafe also makes its own flavored peanut butters for even more interesting sandwiches: the Cinnamon Raisin Swirl sandwich (cinnamon-raisin PB with vanilla cream cheese and sliced apple) and the Heat Is On (spicy peanut butter with grilled chicken). Andrew, my proxy taster, ordered a special with maple peanut butter and bacon, while I opted for a tuna melt. The results lived up to the high concept.
Since I make my sandwich obsession so public, my friends and family are always passing along recommendations and recipes. I was especially tickled by an article my mom tore out of an old Esquire magazine from 1989, entitled "New Hope For the Bread." Arugula in 1989? Who knew?
I propose that the BLTAE enter our sandwich lexicon pronounced BLT-tay, or for extra sass, BLT-tay-yay. It refers to a BLT with avocado and egg, which I had the pleasure of tasting at Alias Restaurant on my trip to New York.
We chose this brunch spot based solely on its cuteness: a kitschy vintage exterior that contained a chic and casual Clinton Street interior. In the spirit of the Euro Club, the BLT comes with avocado and, if you choose, fried egg. The avo and egg elevate the whole thing from diner fare to elegant decadence. Oh, and the piece de resistance: the grilled bread, which gives it a nice brunchy texture.
One of the great American arts, which varies from being a triumph to being a disaster, is sandwichmaking. . . . It doesn't matter if the filling is nothing more than peanut butter and jelly. Provided it is the best peanut butter and the best jelly, it can be just as satisfactory as some magnificent fancy of fois gras, truffles, and breast of pheasant.— James Beard, Beard on Food, 1974
If Manganaro's Hero-Boy is the put-together, friendly, and popular kid on the block, Manganaro Groceria is its somewhat surly (but still worth knowing) older brother. Indeed, this antique Italian market is owned by the older brother of James Dell'Orto, who until he retired ran the flashier hero shop next door.
The brothers haven't spoken in more than 20 years, which made it even sadder to go from bustling Hero-Boy into the spare Manganaro market. But Manganaro Groceria gets points for old-fashioned charm.