It's a blistering winter afternoon in LA. I'm at the door of Philippe on
Alameda Street in Los Angeles the legendary birthplace of a popular sandwich. My family and I are on another (what we fondly call) foodcation. A weekend of visiting places that have been in business for eons, to find out why they continue to be special.
Philippe opened in 1908 and one historic day in 1918 the owner dropped a french roll in pan of hot beef juice. The juice on the beef became a hit hot sandwich, the deli became famous for it's "french dip".
Philippe opened in 1908 and one historic day in 1918 the owner dropped a french roll in pan of hot beef juice. The juice on the beef became a hit hot sandwich, the deli became famous for it's "french dip".
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| Ordering at the counter at Phillipe |
The
room is nicely warn just like it should be, the bar height community
tables scarred with ancient names. Sawdust covered floors
seem appropriate, as do the walls punctuated by neon. The heart of the
Philippe, a deli counter as long as the room and just as packed. A
dozen or so counter helpers, skilled at keeping up, were busy getting
orders ready, helping each customer from start to finish.
I'm intrigued by the antique tiny
glasses beverages are served in and how ice that sounds like chimes when they are filled. The vast menu offers breakfast to dessert which sound tempting, but I am here for the flagship "Original French Dip".
My sandwich is just as it should be, tender, moist with nose tingling
mustard available. The homey potato salad is tasty
if you like a boat load of relish,(I do). The cabbage swimming in dressing is tasty...it's coleslaw just like mom used to make.
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| Plates of French dipped sandwiches, coleslaw and potato salad at Phillipe |
I ate every bite my original juicy beef sandwich, shared my coleslaw and scraped up all the potato salad. Every bit humble and delicious meal there is no doubt why Philippe has stood the test of time.
Philippe "The Original" 1001 N Alameda St Los Angeles, CA 90012



