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| - So... Finally, after reading all the great reviews on this place, did I have a chance to mosey down and take it for a spin. And, a whirlwind ride, it was. This place is the shit.
The set up is tucked in a tiny place just a few doors down from the Queen W and Spadina intersection, and granted, could easily be missed if you were not looking for it. Upon walking in, one is greeted with gloss of shiny red booths, with a few laminate tables, for those lucky enough to grab a spot to sit. The remaining stylings seem current and work A concise menu sits above the counter where you place your order. A few stools are peppered about.
My fellow foodie and I ordered up a couple of sandwiches, trying both the beef cheek and the pork. We waited with anticipation, as a round of twenty- some people rolled in after us, chatty, and pupils dilated with excitement.
It was fantastic. The bun was warm and soft, like a hug from your Mom. That is, if your Mom were a Vietnamese sandwich. (Mine would be a crustless cucumber spiral, on a tea tray. However, that's not who we are reviewing. She's not a sandwich. Nor, is she Vietnamese.) Fresh corrinader, pickled carrots, cucumber, nested in with the meaty portions. I prefered the beef cheek over the pork, which I found a bit fatty, and not as tender as it's companion. Take out might be a challenge, as some things are best served warm. Warm, like the love I feel for this sandwich. Swoon.
Post note: Overheard while eating - a fan with a newbie, regarding the impeding meal, "Just wait until you taste it." Eyebrows lifted. Heads nodded. Yes, friends, this is it.
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