I order this sandwich sometimes when I'm... alone. It's also a humdinger if you are feeling sad, or confused by your feelings about a play.
I call it a Mechanical Bull. If you want to know why you'll have to ask the sandwich's creator Jessica Vulte. I can't tell you. The story is just too damn sexy.
It's not on the menu but if you're in the neighborhood call Tommy's and tell them you want a hero with egg and corned-beef hash that's what you get. It is perfect just like that. Maybe a little hot sauce. The whole bread weighs like an ounce and cracks like the last viable dinosaur egg when you chomp it, and then of course the hash and egg are like the dinosaur embryo or whatever.
Take that Godzilla!
The real version of this sandwich is as above with mayo, bacon and cheese, and every time Jessica comes to visit she eats one on on the couch in her PJs. The whole thing. It is crazy, unreal hot, and you know it. I can't even handle more than a bite, and look at me. I'm tougher than a biscut!
Seriously though, if you see Jessica, ask her about that wet T-shirt-mechanical-bull fiasco.
Tommy's. Check em' out!
3795 Broadway at 157
212-368-1837
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