I don’t suppose many people go to Palm Springs specifically for the sandwiches. They go for the desert air, the sexual fluidity and the mid-century architecture. And evidence suggests that quite a lot go for the kind of brunch that comes with “bottomless mimosas” – at least that’s available in multiple places.
And in truth I didn’t go to Palm Springs for the sandwiches either, but you know, when I’m in my “Sandwich Man” phase, if I see a sandwich on a menu I’ll order it – that’s the kind of maverick I am.
And so, it being Christmas, a turkey sandwich seemed in order and I had mine at the International House of Pancakes (471 S Indian Canyon Drive). You know, that name really disappointed me when I first came to America – I imagined they would serve pancakes from all over the globe - banh xeo, t). Still the sandwich came, and it looked like this:
The IHOP website says, “In this sandwich, bacon & turkey breast are BFFs. Carved roasted turkey breast is served with our hickory-smoked bacon, Swiss cheese, lettuce, tomato & mayonnaise, all on magnificently marbled rye.” Well, only up to a point. There was, and I hesitate to say this, too much turkey, so much that it overwhelmed everything else. In fact I think somebody in the kitchen had gone a bit festive. The image on the menu looked like this:
There was also a “Tuna, Artichoke, & Provolone Cheese Panini, served with garlic aioli dip” at Lulu California Bistro (200 South Palm Canyon Drive). Lulu currently has the longest menu I’ve ever seen in a restauarant. The place changes hands once in a while. It used to be a retro ring-a-ding-ding cabaret spot -– Nancy Sinatra once performed there – I wish I’d seen that. The sandwich looked like this:
But a Palm Springs trip is nothing without a visit to the Sherman’s (401 E. Tahquitz Canyon Way) a Jewish Deli where on this occasion, I had, and it was a first for me, a pastrami sandwich but with latkes instead of bread. Oh boy. Looked like this:
One of the great features of Sherman’s is the wall of fame you pass on the way to the restroom, full of signed pictures. It enables you to say you’ve eaten in the same place (though not at the same time) as Barry Manilow, Adam West and Neil Diamond. David Lee Roth is there too, just out of frame. A small pleasure, but a real one.