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, tagenites, dosas and what not: I was wrong). 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
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:
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.