It looks innocuous at first - just a counter and the usual trappings of a modest grocery store. But behind that counter is something magical. The banh mi sandwich. The woman behind the counter composed our meal in slow, deceptively simple strokes ? a smear of yellow (butter? mayo?), cilantro, beef, a squirt of sauce, the usual accoutrements. Then she wrapped it in wax paper, secured it in a red rubber band, and sent us on our merry way.
The crusty French bread enveloped fresh, crunchy vegetables, deepened by the slighty-sweet chew of BBQ beef and laced with a zip of spice and cilantro. Warming up the beef and the bread a bit would have made it even better, but even so, orgasmic in how every element and flavor ? sweet, salty, savory, crunchy, soft, spicy ? worked together.
A must try.
Pros: The banh mi!