The rain didn’t show up in LA as promised (so what else is new?) so we cruised downtown to eat breakfast, or lunch, at Phillipe’s, home of the famous French-dipped sandwich. The Flame actually had a bowl of barley soup, and I ordered the double French-dipped beef sandwich. We finished our meal with a couple of glasses of lemonade and a slice of homemade apple pie.
We pulled into the parking lot at about 9:30 a.m. and already the wait line to order was 25 minutes. Phillipe’s is a very popular spot with a a very diverse crowd; business people, cops, bicyclists who brought their bikes into the restaurant, and tourists all were clamoring for breakfast Phillipe’s style!
We’d come back again. The soup was excellent and hearty, the sandwich was generous and especially delicious with the house mustard, a very sweet-hot horseradish and mustard concoction. Wonderful!