Wherever there is bahn mi, you will find me.
It’s no surprise I found myself here, salivating at Bun Mee’s door.
After I finished working on a story in the Fillmore, I stepped into the joint looking to try one of their sandwiches. At Bun Mee, I can make you a few guarantees. No. 1: I can guarantee you’ll never find a bahn mi joint where Method Man is on the playlist while you order. No. 2: You’ll never pay more for a bahn mi ($6.50 for a pork belly bun). Which leads me to point No. 3: This is the only bahn mi shop that accepts plastic.
The dark blue walls, bicycle-spoke chandeliers and praise to Vietnam’s moped, give this place a higher-end feel no other bahn mi shop has. Not that going out to get a bahn mi is supposed to be a fancy thing. But Bun Mee offers salads, fresh baked cookies and even offer a catfish sammie which I’ve yet to try. The pork belly bun I devoured could easily stand up to Saigon Sandwich. The thin bread, stuffed with tons of slow cooked pork, offered a pleasant crunch to compliment the fatty sow. In the business of bahn mi, however, price plays a factor. Although I think Bun Mee perhaps serves thee best bahn mi in the city, Saigon’s price ($3.50 a sando) could edge it out. It’ll take a few more visits to make that ultimate decision.