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.
My mom was dying to go get some bahn mi last time she was in the city. She couldnt figure out how to spell it so we couldn’t find a good joint! Thanks Rhys, I’ll take her here!