i’ve done it.
i cheated on not one, but two of my favorite restaurants in this city of ours. i’m officially the hoe that ain’t loyal. my obsession with eats in chinatown is pretty well documented on this site, but i took my talents uptown (and by uptown, i mean west 4th) and fell into the lap of saigon shack. it was so good (or maybe i’m just a food thot) that i went again one week after my first visit. let me explain…
i lohvlurve vietnamese food, but i have certain restaurants for certain dishes. for banh mi, it’s all about banh mi saigon. when i’m craving pho, i’m beelining to pho grand. saigon shack gave me all of my faves in one spot, albeit for a few dollars more and that’s how she got me.
all banh mi are not created equal, so i try to avoid eating one that’s not from a whole in the wall spot. saigon shack has all the makings of a cute stereotypical nyc eatery, so i was a bit leary. then the peking duck banh mi was placed in front of me. i essentially wept the entire time in between yelling “god! this is so good!”. the duck was thick cut and super tender. i ordered mine spicy (on top of a pool of siracha) and essentially melted my face off. my friend that i went with is a saigon shack vet and wanted the world to know that the catfish banh mi sandwich is otherwordly. it’s officially on my to-do list for the end of the year.
winter is coming and if you don’t have a boo, the next best thing is a hot bowl of pho. no one can top pho grand, but saigon shack comes preeeeetty close. i ordered the lemongrass chicken and my soul immediately said yes. like the duck, the meat was super tender and the broth was on fleek. i mean…i have 0 criticisms of this place thus far.
the space is small and there’s always a line, but it moves super fast. the staff is nice and offers up service with a smile. saigon shack is also a few doors away from old rabbit club aka the best beer bar in the city, so it’s just wins all around.
since i’m totally worthless, i’ll prob be going back to saigon shack next week to conquer the vermicelli. if you see a girl in the corner with a trench, some locs, and a hat being lowkey, it’s just me being disloyal.