Mon premier sandwich à Philippe

Wait, there’s nothing wrong with your browser! Loosely translated, the title means “My first sandwich at Philippe’s.” Hey, I don’t pretend to speak French; I have no idea how to pronounce it. However, from what I’ve been told, no trip to L.A. is complete without stopping by Philippe’s in Chinatown for a French Dip.

Philippe’s was established in 1908 by restaurateur Philippe Mathieu. And as the story goes, in 1918 while he was preparing a sandwich for a patron, Philippe accidentally dropped a sliced French roll in a pan of juice still hot in the oven. The patron insisted that he still assemble the sandwich with the dipped roll and returned the next day with friends and asked for the sandwich to be prepared “dipped” again. Voilà! The French dip was born!

Here’s how it works: you enter Philippe’s (another time warped restaurant… I’m starting to see a pattern with the places I eat), you pick a line to get into (they get pretty backed up in this place), the line leads you to a carving station where a really nice older lady will take your order, ring you up (cash only), and serve your food. As far as the French Dip sandwiches go, you can get Beef, Pork, Turkey, Ham, or Lamb. Then the question remains, how wet do you want your sandwich? As far as I could tell, the default was single dipped; but the more adventurous can order double dipped, or the infamous “wet.” The lines get long, but they move pretty quickly. However, if you’re in one of those “Billy Mays I can’t stand still” moods, you best not come here. It takes a little patience.

Getting down and dirty, when I reached the carving station/counter I ordered the standard Beef Dip, single dipped ($5.55) with a pickled egg ($0.80) and an iced tea ($0.65). The iced tea sounds like a good deal, but just keep in mind that refills are not included with your 65 cents.

I took my tray to a corner table and sat down. I noticed they keep a plastic bottle of mustard at most of the tables. A word to the wise: go easy on that stuff! It will give you a good, old fashioned sinus cleansing if you eat too much. I found out the hard way.

I’m going to give it to you straight up – The French Dip is very tasty, the meat was sliced thin, the bread is nice and soft (I noticed a lot of good bread in L.A.) they juice it up for you… it’s a fine sandwich and a good deal. Honestly though, it didn’t truly blow my skirt up though.

Philippe’s is an L.A. institution and great experience, but I think it lacked something. Neither the texture nor the flavor of the roast beef blew me away. It’s a good, solid sandwich and some good history. I’m glad I experienced Philippe’s because it’s amazing to eat at place that’s been around for 100 years. However, it’s been so over-hyped on the Travel Channel and the Food Network that I think I had built it up so much in my mind that in the end I was a little bit let down. My final verdict? I say if you’re in the L.A. area, for god sakes don’t go to Subway, stop at Philippe’s, get a sandwich, a lemonade, and enjoy the history. Overall, it’s a good meal at a fair price.

Philippe’s
1001 N Alameda Street
Los Angeles, CA  90012
(213) 628-3781
www.philippes.com