Simon R.
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FINALLY made it. This little spot has been on my food hit list for what feels like forever—and today, I made the journey. Or should I say, the pilgrimage.
Now normally I’d start with “This Hidden Gem,” but let’s be real: this place is so hidden, you’ll miss it if you blink, sneeze, or even think about blinking while driving down Macleod Trail. It’s basically the culinary version of a speakeasy… minus the password.
I was warmly welcomed by the sweetest lady at the window, who probably sensed I was about to order like someone who hadn’t eaten in a week. I went for one of each of their Banh Mi offerings: beef sauté, chicken sauté, and grilled pork. And because I have zero self-control around grilled pork salad rolls, I added an order of those too. For balance, obviously.
Note on the photos: Yes, the cilantro is missing. No, it wasn’t sabotage. My wife is part of the “cilantro tastes like soap” club, and I’m a supportive husband (with a side of judgment). That said, the veggies were crunchy-fresh, the bun clearly baked locally, and the chicken? Moist, flavour-packed, and had just enough jalapeño kick to remind you who’s boss. I gave the beef and pork Bahn Mi’s to a couple friends and they both raved about how good they were.
As for the grilled pork rolls—chef’s kiss. Still warm, smoky, and wrapped tighter than my schedule on a Monday morning. The freshness of the noodles and veggies really stood out—like, refreshingly good. Which is saying something when you’re eating out of a shop that’s approximately the size of a walk-in closet.
Now let’s talk value. For just ten bucks a sub, you’re getting food that could easily compete with those “curated sandwich experiences” downtown that cost double and come with a lecture about sourdough. My total damage? $50.40 for four subs and salad rolls. Worth every penny and then some.
Bottom line: This place may be small, but it punches way above its weight. Just don’t blink—or you’ll drive right past greatness.