February 23, 2007
SOUTH BEACH: SNACK TIME
Best food I've had here so far? (I know, I've only been here for about 12 hours.)
Has to be the Saussison Sec (French sausage) sandwich I had at La Sandwicherie. It's a little walk-up, sit-at-a-barstool-along-the-window shop on 14th Avenue.
I had no idea what it was, but it sounded more exotic than "turkey sandwich" on the menu.
Eat local, I always say. Even if it's local for Paris instead of Miami. Oh, and if the menu has something on it that looks out of place, it probably was put there out of love by the restaurant owner.
This approach paid huge dividends on this occasion..
Look at that thing. It's the Anjolina Jolie of sandwiches. Fresh-baked French bread. Fresh onions, green peppers, olives, the works.
The secret ingredient:
Sweet gherkins.
This attention to detail has brought the shop a dedicated following among the clubgoers of South Beach, who soak their livers and then seek culinary repair through the absorbtion of comfort food at La Sandwicherie.
It also has earned them a mention in the Zagat directory, which said the following:
Well put.
I also dug this place for it's "bug-zapper" effect. The neon sign and warm lighting attracts all kinds of night crawlers. It's quite the human buffet. Lots of braids and dreads. Lots of body glitter. Lots of back tats.
What else is in the neigborhood?
World class dive bar. Certainly explains some of the clientele.
Heh. It'd be funny if I came home with a tattoo of a French sandwich on my forearm.
This place is chock full of bad decisions just waiting to be fertilized.
SUGGESTED SONG FOR THIS POST: "Corners Of My Mind" by Nikka Costa