Dépanneur le Pick Up, Montreal

So I have to admit, I had never been to Le Pick Up before. I tried once, many years ago, but it was too busy. Waiting in line for a sandwich is outrageous. It turns out the owners feel the same, as since those heydays, Le Pick Up has also closed on Sundays because it was just too busy. They consciously decided to close shop on their busiest day, because sandwiches are not about rushing.

So sauntering down one day with Mille Burger leading the way, we had the mission to try as many sandwiches as possible in one go. Standing in line with Jaime Lannister behind us, we ordered a breakfast sandwich, a grilled haloumi, and a faux pulled pork to share with a spruce pine soda as a chaser.

First: the breakfast sandwich/dep dej. Hearty multigrain bread to start the day, a fresh fried egg sits on top of bacon and some ruffage. The kicker is the chipotle mayo, a move I have only ever seen out East, where of course a bit of spicy mayo is what every morning bite needs. While we were suppose to share, I ate the lion's share of this sandwich.

Second: grilled haloumi. A soft dark bread holds and soaks a crunchy vinegar-based slaw and a generous slab of grilled haloumi. The squeakiness of the haloumi is not compromised in anyway. I love grilled haloumi so much. It's a type of undying love that knows no bounds. I knew MB is lactose intolerant, so save a bite to taste, I once again ate the lion's share of this sandwich.

Third: faux pulled pork. Described to me as better than the meat version, with a good spring to each bite, we opted for this version because how often is a vegetarian option described as BETTER? I am thankful for this inside scoop, as the one bite I managed was truly a overflowing mouthful of sweet and spicy tofu skins that did not have the heft of a pulled pork. No meat sweats. No sandwich coma. The big crusty bun to filling ration was excellent, and while I regret not having a second mouthful, I guess it was only fair.

Now that I know about Le Pick Up's sandwich game, I will be back, line up or no line up.

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