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Too often, the sandwich is an afterthought -- something to be picked up and eaten on the run, or stuffed into a bag and consumed long past its prime. The reputation is further tainted by massive chains like Subway, Jimmy John's and Jersey Mike's -- whose sandwiches look and taste like they were designed to maximize ROI -- and countless bars and restaurants that add a sandwich or two to their menus because they think they have to. The results are never stunning.
But where commodity sandwiches eat like melancholy, East Hampton Sandwich Co.'s creations reinvent the game. Owner Hunter Pond and his team of sandwich constructionists have created a menu filled with creative twists from the classic play book. Dallas' sandwich scene is all the better for it.
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Picture white cheddar cheese and slices of boneless braised short rib tucked between two sturdy slices of grilled flatbread. There are horseradish cream, caramelized onions and crisp greens as well. Or how about roast chicken pulled apart and tossed in a Meyer lemon vinaigrette, not to mention colorful slices of watermelon radish and a spicy aioli.
You remember the last turkey club you had for lunch -- the one with soft bacon, rubbery turkey and tomato slices the color of a mango? Here the turkey tastes like leftovers from a Thanksgiving roast, the bacon has snap and the tomatoes bleed. Soft avocado enriches the sandwich and a garlic and sage aioli ties things together nicely.
Enjoy one with a beer from Peticolas at the bar and revel that this restaurant is somehow in a cellular dead zone. You didn't want to take that call with sandwich on your face anyway.