Choppe Choppe
I entered feeling delighted by the lack of excesivities. The chairs were there, the tables were there, but at the same time they weren't there. The menu, organically composed on a chalk board described each of the offerings (that could be had in either sandwich , wrap, or salad form), but included just the ingredients that you needed to know, and nothing more. I went there twice in two days and got:
1) Pulled pork sandwhich that was slow cooked for 72 hours (I trust them on their word). The barbecue sauce was generously, but not demonstratively applied. Nestled in between two large honey flavored french rolls was also about 3 ounces of perfectly salted and pickled cole slaw.
2) Smoked turkey sandwich with pesto lemon au joure. The perfect amount of turkey. The perfect amount of lettuce. The perfect amount of flavor. Perfection of a turkey sandwich.
The latin looking man who appears to be the owner or manager or both greeted me with a very warm and laid back tone. Made it feel like all my requests were an utter pittance to him in his desire to please me (yes homo?). Both times I went in were great experiences.
The food comes fast (no homo?) and is neatly wrapped in butcher paper accompanied by a very small written description of what you ordered. Again, its there, but its like its not. A nice pellegrino soda? Glorious.
This place is great, and I will probably be going there again tonight (no joke).
Expect more food reviews in the near future.
No comments:
Post a Comment