Bahn Mi, Big Lou's Butcher Shop

I was actually headed to Truong Giang but they were closed for two weeks. I had a meeting in Gastown and was super hungry at this point wandering past Sunrise wondering why there aren't any eateries over here. I see a butcher shop on the corner and see the word "sandwiches" painted on. Yes.

I didn't know I had entered hipster butcher heaven, but I was too hungry to care. Big Lou's Butcher Shop was apparently something to know, but I doubt it was for their service.

One young man with a small moustache seemed annoyed at having a customer. Another young man with a big moustache asked me what I wanted, and I wondered if there really was a Big Lou around. After a few "not ready yet" concerning the roast chicken options, I went for the Bahn Mi, in honor of where I was initially headed. The butcher boy also said they compare, so with no reason to not trust, I went for it.

Saucy pulled pork overwhelmed this sandwich from the get go. I felt like I needed cutlery to eat it, which is a bad sign for a good sandwich. The bread was crispy and hearty, and would have been good for the roast chicken option if it was ready, but the pork was really too salt and heavy for a sandwich form. It would have been good with potatoes on a plate, and some slaw to cut the heaviness, but the flavours were rich enough that I will come back to explore the rest of the sandwich options.

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