Andrea F.
Yelp
When a new, hip lunch place crops up next to an Urban Outfitters on an Ivy League campus with a single verb as its name, you know shit's about to be lit (with a price tag to match). Enter Dig.
Like many other quote unquote healthy sustainable organic farm fresh jawns throughout the city, Dig is no different. Except in so many ways, it IS, my sweet summer child.
If you know me, you know that in ferreting out a good lunch I typically want to replicate, or come close to replicating, the Sweetgreen Harvest Bowl. I'm nothing if not consistent (and basic). I think I did the opposite, but it was a happy accident nonetheless.
After the manager (I presume) watched me for an embarrassing amount of minutes standing there slack-jawed, head down searching for answers in the printout of the custom favorites menu where the words turned to ancient runes, he kindly guided me to the assembly line and said to just pick my favorite foods and they'll put them together. Oh, we raw dogging it out here? I see. Okay, my guy.
I started with a sensible base - farro. Then it was time for the veg. Kale and sweet potato fit here, I think. Add a protein. Okay, don't panic. Salmon. Then I blacked out 3/4 of the way down the line and threw in f**kin' watermelon and feta?! I mean, separately, whatever. But all together in one mishmash of ingredients I threw at a wall and hoped they'd stick?
It played, my friends.
*Guy Fieri voice.* You got that soft charred sweet potato coming through nicely, then the salty tang of the feta. Love what you did with that farro, some nice currants or something in there bringing a little sweetness. The bitter kale. Nice job, brother.
But I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the star of the show: THAT SALMON THO. Perfectly cooked. Forget all that dry ass/bubblegum pink ass salmon you've had in other fast casual places claiming it's wild caught and not farm raised. They're lying to you. THIS is the real deal. I even texted my boyfriend while eating it, "It's restaurant quality salmon, they got sea salt on this bitch and crispy skin." (Word for word). Legitimately, I've had far worse salmon in sit-down restaurants.
The little cup of tarragon dressing I got on the side turned out to be all for naught, as the salmon and kale were nice and lemony and the faro was nice and sweet, and the watermelon juice somehow joined it all together in a holy matrimony.
It was $18 but well worth it. Next time I'll plan a little better, but if you want an explosion of flavor and texture, try my custom bowl. Hell, they should add it to the custom menu. They can call it "Sea Salt on this Bitch."