I have two words for you: Grilled. Cheese. Y’all know that I’m a sandwich slut. I even love the high school cafeteria flavor of cheap white bread and American cheese food. Either way, I’m IN. But this, this work of art at The Foundry in LA — well. No cafeteria lunch lady ever served a sandwich like this:
It’s raisin bread. Tallegio cheese. Apricot caper puree. And optional short ribs, which add texture and a little sweetness. All buttered up. Crunchy, sweet, savory, meaty, cheesy. It’s won contests. It deserves its own anthem. I wanted to order another one immediately, but there were other tasty treats requiring my attention, like the burger:
Chef Eric Greenspan himself came out to explain that the meat gets its extra richness from a tablespoon or two of duck fat. HELL YES. My crazy friends ordered ahi, to cut the richness of all the comfort foods, wasting valuable tummy space. AMATEURS. Clearly, I will not be picturing it, but I’m sure it was perfectly acceptable.
The “tater tots” were light and ethereal fried puffs of potato, with a lavender mustard sauce for dipping. I’m not a big fan of flowers in food anyway, and I found myself longing for ketchup’s acidic tang. The menu says they come with cheese fondue, which pulled me in because clearly — I hadn’t had enough cheese. But there was nary fondue to be found, unless it was inside that tiny ramekin that looked to be full of mayo. Not so much.
The baked potato soup with bacon leek bread pudding and a fried egg was very savory but (if I’m honest) I found the slippery bits of egg and the chewy islands of pudding swimming in my soup kind of unnerving, texturally. Still though, the exceptional service and the gorgeous deconstructed lemon meringue dessert more than made up it:
I hate it when dessert at pricey restaurants is A. an afterthought and B. so conceptual that they forget to make it taste good. This had a buttery pastry triangle, bits of fresh lemon bathed in puckery curd, and what tasted like campfire roasted marshmallow fluff meringue. SO GOOD. They even treated awesome pal Ken to a birthday plate of warm doughnuts, complete with candle.
But let’s face it. It’s all about the sandwich. It’s a pin-up poster for people who love sandwiches. I’m going to blow it up, put it on my wall and lick it, once a day.