A new bodega opened on my corner a few months back. It's the most exciting thing to happen to my neighborhood since I moved in two years ago. They have kombucha and dairy-free ice cream and those Xochitil tortilla chips--it's been a dream. I guess that also says a little bit about what's happening to my neighborhood...thanks to the kombucha-drinking, kale-chip eating art school graduates like myself. Anyway, the best part about this new bodega is that I can finally start having bodega sandwiches again. My old usual bodega has been on a steady decline from "gross but tolerable" to "tolerable while intoxicated" to "so gross that you will die if you set foot in here." It really put a cramp in my breakfast sandwich cravings, which recently has involved adding lettuce and tomato to my bacon, egg, and cheese.
But it's all good now that the new bodega is here. I'm almost sad that I'm going to have to leave it when I move in two weeks.
But the move will bring me a little closer to Paisano's. I ordered a sandwich there for the first time, just for kicks. Everything but the bread was perfect.
Speck, pickled red peppers, harvati, and a little bit of oil and vinegar