The Sandwich Report

The Lamazou Fact-Finding Mission has occurred, thanks to intrepid freelance comestibles agent 001, Chris Chiang, and here’s his report:

Arrived at store/deli [see Photo 1]
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I showed the downloaded photo of the sandwich on my phone to the manager and counterman. Based upon the photo, they thought it was the #8—the Parisian [see Menu]. Unfortunately, my phone was not able to access the Internet and thus I couldn’t look up The Beat and get the exact ingredients listed by Heidi in her comments.
Thus I order The Parisian—imported French ham [Jambon de Paris], aged Swiss cheese [no brand identified], cornichons [ie the little pickles], lettuce and dijon mustard [no brand identified] on a French baguette.
They graciously allowed me to take photos from behind the counter as they finished making the sandwich [see Photos 2-4].
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I had a couple of bites in the store, but because they had no seating, I wrapped up the rest and took it home where I thoroughly examined it [see Photos 5-6].
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The sandwich was very tasty, better than your average NYC deli sandwich. The baguette was fresh [soft in the center and crisp exterior]. The imported ham was great, I thought I tasted a little rosemary. The Swiss cheese was amazing, almost buttery like a brie. The cornichons added a nice contrast in both texture and taste [they were a little salty like regular pickles]. The dijon mustard was lightly applied and gave the sandwich a nice spicy undertone.
The sandwich was really good and it’s a place worth going back and experimenting with the menu.
I hope this helps.
Next time, I’m going to try what Heidi ordered. I have to ask her if the photo is something she took or found on a website somewhere.

Alas, Heidi didn’t order that sandwich, Agent Chiang. Or at least, I don’t think so. She was just guessing as to what was in it, and probably nicked the photo off the internet somewhere. I mean, this is Heidi MacDonald. You think she uses plates?
Anyway, it looks like what you ordered came very close to the sandwich in the picture. There’s a white spread in there, along with the mustard, that isn’t in yours, and it doesn’t look like there’s lettuce in the original sandwich. But we came very close, and the results look and sound delicious indeed. Next time I’m in Manhattan, I’ll investigate myself, but in the meantime: Job well done, sir. Job well done!
[Plus, you got to eat the sandwich, so I’m jealous.]

Free Lunch at MoCCA?


Attention, MoCCA attendees!
Here’s the thing. This morning, Heidi MacDonald posted a guide to good eats—er, “fine dining”—for those attending this year’s MoCCA Festival. Among the places recommended was Lamazou, at Third Avenue and 27th, where you can get fine sandwiches, including the culinary wonder pictured above.
That sandwich looks delicious. I want that sandwich. I can’t go to MoCCA, and can’t duplicate Lamazou’s own cheeses, sure, but I’d like to make that sandwich, or something like it. So my question is, what’s in it?
Heidi guessed it’s Serrano ham and Manchego cheese with cornichons and sundried tomatoes on ciabatta bread. The cornichons, I’ll grant her. The ciabatta bread, quite possibly. But that doesn’t look like Seranno ham to me, or to Ann. And is that very roughly ground mustard? What’s the white spread? More cheese? Butter?
So here’s why I’m saying all this:
If someone attending MoCCA is willing to go to Lamazou with that picture, order that sandwich, and then tell me what’s in it (and how it tasted), I’ll buy the sandwich. And a drink. And what the hell, chips, if they even do those.
This isn’t an open offer—I don’t want to buy 300 lunches. I need a volunteer, who’s willing to do this. You’ll need to get me the ingredients list for the sandwich, a report on how good it is, and a scan of your receipt, and I’ll Paypal you the cost of your meal.
Please volunteer via the “Contact” link over to the left. First willing volunteer gets the gig, and the lunch.
I really want to know what’s in that sandwich. It looks amazing.