Lemongrass chicken banh mi, Cafe Phin, Vancouver

Just an update, I've been back to Cafe Phin a few times since a little recon work a month back, and I'm slowly making my way down the menu after a strong start. The pho and stews are all right, but I'm just here for the baguettes.

If the laws of deductive reasoning are put into play, the sandwiches will increasingly get more amazing as pork belly was superior to the assorted meats, and this lemongrass chicken banh mi is so far the best. Perfectly grilled juicy and tender chicken inside of the toasted baguettes makes me want one RIGHT NOW, but my quandary is do I double down? Do I continue down the baguette menu to dare their lemongrass tofu and meatball to be even better, or do I simply revisit the chicken, whose flavours I think about at night? I think the choice has kept me away, but I will sooner or later have to make this decision.

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