Oh yeah? Check out these cracked peppercorns.
Found myself in the neighborhood of Eisenberg’s Sandwich Shop today around lunchtime, so I had to stop. Especially after seeing it on a DVR’d episode of No Reservations, the “Disappearing New York” episode, and the fact that I hadn’t been there totally killed my average.
Not in the mood to stare down a mountain of meat, so I took a nod from the menu which calls the bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich an Eisenberg classic.*
Took rec. no. 2 from the manager, who said, “coleslaw, hands down,” when queried about which is better, the potato salad or coleslaw. Which brings me back to the peppercorns, because the coleslaw was pretty, well, coleslaw-y, which generally in my book needs a little doctoring up.
Reenactment: Shake, shake, shake. No pepper. Inspect shaker, confirmed pepper granules inside. Shaking more vigirously — no go. At which point I unscrewed the top and poured some samples into my palm to suspect and … ay caramba!
All of which is to say, Eisenberg’s doesn’t mess around. I restrained from ordering a Lime Rickey — I’m saving that for a day when it doesn’t feel like it’s about to snow. [Sigh.] Maybe someday soon …
Interior shot of Eisenberg’s, and key to asterisk, after the jump:
*paraphrasing. It was “classic” or “favorite” or “original.” On the in-house menus but not on the take-out menu, which I was counting on to refresh my memory. Hmm …