Showing posts with label sandwich. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sandwich. Show all posts

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Chow Time: OCM Sandwich Factory

There is, culinarily speaking, so much to love about Japan - in particular the tradition of placing menu offerings in restaurant windows.  For one thing, one need not be fluent in Japanese to determine if the restaurant is suited to one's taste.  For another, all of this food is fantastically fake!!!  Fashioned out of plastic, these displays are exact replicas of the genuine articles, right down to the tiny veins on the shrimp.  While the quality of craftsmanship varies, as a rule the artistry is incredible.  Where does one begin in the effort to duplicate the gelatinous properties of a poached egg?  I can only assume that it is some prestigious, private university dedicated exclusively to the fine-food arts.

This is but a small fraction of the faux food we saw in Tokyo alone.
I was wont to photograph every window we passed but it became clear, on several occasions, that
I was holding everyone up with my attempt to document this food phenomenon for the folks at home.
Mary, with what I deemed an inappropriate overuse of air quotes, kept reminding me that nothing makes
a travelogue more fascinating than a never-ending slideshow of plastic food.  Seriously though,
outside of Los Angeles' Little Tokyo and a smattering of Japanese-market food courts, this can be
filed under things you just don't see in Southern California.  It was an exciting moment of cultural awareness!

While this is definitely more a novelty than a food reproduction, 
it had me falling in love with Japanese noodle-ry.  What is not to 
love about this levitating pair of ramen-laden chopsticks?  I ask you!

Most of the food replicas look really real and really good enough to eat.  Frankly, because I am such a scaredy-cat when it comes to exotic food adventures, I think I would rather eat the wax/plastic/foam rubber offerings than their more intentionally-digestible counterparts.

Quiz Time: Which one of these is the real food?

Trick question!  They're both real, but would you
actually want to ingest the contents of either tray?
Count me out!

In the face of many insistent pronouncements that McDonald's in Japan outshines its international peers, as staunch abstainers, we saw absolutely no reason to patronize the establishment that we so ably avoid at home.  Luckily (or perhaps unluckily - I was hoping to return home a few pounds lighter than when I left as the result of a self-induced starvation diet), there is no dearth of variety and accessibility to tasty fare in Japan, making McDonald's no more than a moot point.  Bound and determined to master the use of chopsticks and eat where the locals ate, we ate our fair share of traditional Japanese cuisine but every once in awhile, we got a hankering for something with more familiarity and much less roe.

Following in the tiny footsteps of our fearless tour guide and Japanese sister, we found our way to the first "American" (a term I place quite advisedly between quotation marks) food outlet of our trip.

OCM Sandwich Factory - Kokura, Japan

As it turns out, American sandwich bread is not a staple of the Japanese diet; the result is a disheartening absence of sandwiches.  Sure, there are a couple of Subway sandwich franchises in the airport terminals but you could spend a good deal of time convincing yourself that your growling stomach was actually saying the words "I hate you! Why are you doing this to me," before finding a proper sandwich after you've gone through Customs.

It is especially sad for me because I have had a lifelong love affair with sandwiches!  Honestly, with enough mayonnaise, you could pretty much put anything between two slices of bread and I am liable to make like Shaggy and Scooby and eat the whole thing in one bite.  Whenever we play the "If you could only have one food for the rest of your life" game I always choose sandwiches because it is broad enough category to incorporate a bevy of options.  At OCM Sandwich Factory, options are not a problem.

I think the staff of OCM was a little intimidated to see a couple of giant Americans
test the validity of their American-style sandwich claims.  I'm not complaining
but I did wonder when the last time the proprietors enjoyed an American sandwich;
some of the options were delicious but unusual - squash relish???

Instead of mayonnaise, OCM spreads on the Americana very thickly with vintage food tins, toys, and collectibles.

At any moment during our meal, I felt like I could make a local call home.

As much as we appreciated the attention to decor detail, we wanted a sammich!

Nami and Mary both got grilled chicken and, by the look of things, they were pretty excited.
We were all excited by the bill; sandwiches were only a few dollars apiece!

I ordered egg salad and hashbrowns!

Almost positive that Nami doesn't read this blog, I can finally let the cat out of the bag.
Knowing that I would be presented with all kinds of food that I wouldn't eat even
under extreme duress, and not wanting to be rude by turning my nose up at local
delicacies, I explained before my arrival that I had converted to strict vegetarianism
(eggs being an exception).  I even learned to say "Watashi-wa bejitarian dess (I am
a vegetarian)."  I missed out on a few carnivorous opportunities but actually
ended up loving my egg salad and hashbrown sandwich.

I know a few people who add fries to their burgers.  Clever.  Cliff Huxtable always snuck a few potato chips onto his hoagies.  Good thinking.  While putting a slab of crispy hashbrowns on a sandwich might not be American, it is pure genius

There may be an absence of fake food in their window, but OCM Sandwich Factory is a feather in the culinary cap of Japan.  If we ever make it back to those golden shores, OCM will be a definite item on our itinerary!  What do you like on your sandwich?  Do you have a sandwich shop near you that is the very best (let me know, I will travel pretty far for a good sandwich)?


OCM Sandwich Factory
2F Kondo Building #3-6
Senbamachi, Kokurakita-ku
093-522-5973


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Chow Time: The Tam O'Shanter Inn

It is time that I come to terms with my suppressed, yet abiding, love of themed restaurants.  For many years I have convinced myself that much like lactose (and now gluten) I had a severe theme intolerance.  After visiting the Tam O'Shanter Inn in the Atwater Village neighborhood of Los Angeles, I realized that mine was not an aversion to themes, mine was an aversion to themes done poorly.  The themed restaurants of the 1980's and 90's always seemed too contrived, too plastic, too precious, and too loud.  The Tam O'Shanter Inn (est. 1922) is a beautiful example of a themed restaurant done right and the fairy tale, half-timber, Tudor-revival styling of the exterior gives patrons a delicious hint of what lies inside.

The Tam O'Shanter Inn

While it has endured some cosmetic and structural changes, the integrity of the original concept and design theme is very much intact - praiseworthy in a region where themes come and go (mostly the latter) and where vernacular architecture is quickly torn down or repurposed beyond recognition.  While we secretly think it is kind of awesome, we live in a town where tamales turn into beauty parlors.  Is there no respect for history?!  Well, there is at The Tam O'Shanter; the original family of owner/operators has been serving high tone Hollywood types for over 90 years in the same helpful, hospitable Scottish style.

Given my druthers, I, of course, would prefer the Tam O'Shanter of the 20's
(Source)

Speaking of old-Hollywood, the roster of diners at Tam O'Shanter reads like a "Who's Who" of Hollywood royalty including one of our very favorites, Walt Disney.  The original Disney Studios were located a very short distance from The Tam O'Shanter and became a regular spot for Disney and his team of hungry animators.

Walt Disney, Tam O'Shanter owner Lawrence Frank, and
  Papa Hemingway architect  Harry Oliver.
(Source)

Fortunately, the Tam O'Shanter need not only be a place where the elite meet; plebeians and untalented riffraff of every ilk are welcomed.  Knowing this, we made our way there on a recent adventure day.

No, Mr. Tiny, telephone reservations are not
 necessary for an early lunch.



The hearth situated in the restaurant's entry recalls historic, roadside
taverns and inns that dot the countryside of the British Isles.

Wood-paneled nooks with gracious wingback chairs invite
 hungry guests to stay and chat awhile.

For lunch, the Ale & Sandwich Bar provides fresh, carvery sandwiches and pub food including homemade potato chips and macaroni and cheese.

I was a little too shy to ask for a photo of our server, but she
was clad in an outfit not too dissimilar from the one seen on
a Tam O'Shanter hostess circa 1970.
(Source)


The Tam O'Shanter is a Lawry's restaurant, famous
 for their prime rib and roasted meats of every kind.
Mary ordered her sandwich from one of the master carvers.

Mr. Tiny got the cobb salad - more Hollywood than Edinburgh - but
really quite tasty.


Because it was our first time at the Tam O'Shanter Inn,
 our kilt-clad hostess brought us free dessert!  Knowing I
wouldn't be able to eat any of it, Mary polished it off before I
even had a chance to say, "None for me, thanks."  From what
 I understand, it was delicious...

Sometimes the picture of the food getting its picture
taken is better than the picture of the food itself.


The Scottish theme is evident in every nook and cranny of the Tam O'Shanter's many dining rooms.  Having never been to the British Isles, I can only hope and imagine that, should I get the chance to go, I would be treated to a very similar experience - including the glaring omission of haggis from then menu offferings.  Again, "None for me , thanks."






Given its Scottish - empahasis on the "ish" - provenance and its show business ties, I couldn't help but think of the Scottish number from an under-appreciated Astaire and Rogers musical picture, The Barkleys of Broadway.

"My One and Only Highland Fling" - Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers

Feeling fine after a bra bricht  lunch, Mr. Tiny took
part in that oldest of Scottish traditions, lion surfing.

Sadly, we missed last year's 90th anniversary as wonderfully documented by our pal, Patricia Lynn, over at "Lady by Choice."  But if you're ever in the neighborhood and have time to stop and smell the heather, I highly recommend The Tam O'Shanter Inn.  If its Hollywood history (John Wayne ate here) isn't enough to lure you, then come for the theme; I have truly been converted.



The Tam O'Shanter Inn
2980 Los Feliz Blvd
Los Angeles, CA
(714)664-0228

www.lawrysonline.com


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny