At Chicken House, a Banh Mi By Any Other Name Would be Just as Amazing
I’m rarely envious of my coworker’s lunches, but the other day, I looked up and saw this scene on a co-workers desk and couldn’t help but inquire where he’d procured such a gloriously gourmand beast of a sandwich. It was from Chicken House as it turns out, and seemed like a far cry from the meager sandwich that Zach reviewed several years ago.
The pork banh mi ($6.50) was by far, the single largest and most filling sandwich I’ve ever tried in Midtown, or the rest of Manhattan for that matter. It was absolutely lavished with smoky, meaty, strips of grilled pork, and impossible to eat without leaving a significant amount of sandwich shrapnel.
But a proper banh mi this is not. For one, the carrots and cucumber weren’t pickled (if they were, I couldn’t tell). Iceberg lettuce made a mysterious appearance, and the thing was drenched with mayo. However, if you call it a lusciously grilled pork sandwich on a crackly baguette with carrots, cucumber, cilantro, and lettuce, it would be a sandwich destined for the ML hall of fame. Just don’t call it a banh mi.
Chicken House, 270 W. 36th St. (btw. 7+8th), 212-695-3493
Posted by Chris H. at 10:01 am, April 21st, 2014 under Chicken House.
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Now THIS is the kind of Midtownlunch I want more of.