French Dip, Once Hip

The past and present of a legendary soggy sandwich

Stories vary, but nearly everyone agrees that the French dip was invented in Los Angeles around 1918. It coincided with a national craze for crusty French bread. Some say it started when a toothless old man wandered into a streetcar-terminal café and, seeing the baguette that the brisket sandwich was made with, asked the waitress to soften the crust a bit by dipping it in meat juices. Another tale involves a Frenchman in charge of a popular dining room near the railroad station. As monsieur was assembling a roast beef sandwich, he accidentally dropped the bread into a vat of au jus, and the customer—a cop, who suspiciously happened to be named French—decided to eat it anyway. The soggy result was forever after referred to as a French dip. Either way, it achieved countrywide popularity over the ensuing century and became a bona fide American classic.

The irreducible components of the original sandwich included sliced, well-done roast beef or boiled brisket, a crusty demi-baguette, and a dip of beef consommé, into which the cut surface of each half of the longitudinally sliced loaf was briefly immersed. The French dip has had a fainter presence in NYC, usually offered at diners and Irish bars, where it has usually been served as roast beef on a hero or a Kaiser roll with a bowl of thin gravy (often just dissolved bouillon cubes) on the side. But in the past couple of years, the sandwich has enjoyed an uptick in popularity, revived and reformulated in bistros. Having tried the competing early versions in Los Angeles at Cole's P.E. Buffet and Philippe, the Original (respectively, the two sources for the stories above), I decided to compare them with modern NYC evocations.

Walter Foods—the second, recently opened branch in Fort Greene (166 Dekalb Avenue, Brooklyn, 718-488-7800)—prominently offers a French dip on its menu ($18), which comes with herbed fries. Served on a length of sourdough baguette, the contraption features cut-up skirt steak (a rather predictable and somewhat disappointing substitute for the roast beef or boiled brisket of early versions) on a length of sourdough baguette. Although no dipping has been done before the sandwich is served, a bowl of agreeable broth is provided on the side. While the bread choice makes the thing really chewy, sometimes causing the contents to cascade onto the plate, dunking it in juices does little to soften the rubbery crust. Not a bad bar sandwich, but not a real French dip, either.

Walter Foods tries it with skirt steak and sourdough.
Liz Barclay
Walter Foods tries it with skirt steak and sourdough.

Offspring of East Village bistro Joe Doe, Joe Dough (135 First Avenue, 212-780-9222) is a stall-size sandwich shop that also features a reconfigured version, dubbed the L.E.S. (for Lower East Side) French dip. Tongue fried on a griddle is the substituted meat—which, it turns out, is a perfect cognate for overcooked roast beef that modern foodies would probably never accept. At Joe Dough, the bovine glottal organ comes caramelized around the edges and piled on a too-soft brioche roll. Underneath the meat, find lettuce and horseradish mayo; above is a strange orange slaw concocted of raw horseradish. The accompanying broth is much better than it needs to be, though it's physically impossible to dip the piled-high sandwich in it. I recommend treating it as soup. While not an authentic French dip, the sandwich ($10, tax included) is so good I went back and ate it again the next week.

Until recently, Brasserie Ruhlmann in Rockefeller Center offered a comically upscale version ($25), using prime rib, onion jam, fontina cheese, watercress, and horseradish mayo, among other ingredients. I eagerly sought it out as a species of culinary freak show, but when I dropped by in mid January, the sandwich had been eighty-sixed from the menu. Williamburg's Marlow & Sons has also offered the French dip as a special from time to time ($12). But when I called the restaurant on three occasions in the past few weeks, the woman who answered the phone said, "Not today." Nevertheless, a photo on Yelp shows an undipped length of baguette with sliced beef piled on it and what looks like raw spinach with a bowl of broth on the side. At least it looks pretty tasty.

After these two failures to score the sandwich, I consoled myself at Waterfront Ale House (540 Second Avenue, 212-696-4104), a long-running Kips Bay place with an intriguing list of craft-brewed beers and a fine hamburger. The French dip, though, was anything but fine. It scored points for being served on a regular baguette, featuring a good-sized wad of beef within. I had the sliced cheddar and deep-fried onion put on the side, so that dipping the thing in the accompanying bouillon was at least possible. As it turned out, they would have been improvements—since the meat was stone cold and none too tasty. Had it been warmer and fresher, this could have been a contender.

I came closest to the authentic article, at last in theory, at Hudson Diner (468 Hudson Street, 212-627-9191) in the West Village, one of perhaps two dozen diners in town that serve the French dip. Regular baguette? Check. Consommé on the side? Check. Well-done roast beef? Check. Unfortunately, the meat—which was abundant—was old and skanky-tasting, and the gravy floated little bits of congealed crud. The bread had been brushed with garlic instead of gravy, which was not a bad idea, but taken in its entirety, the sandwich was awful.

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Nell Casey
Nell Casey

I had never had a French Dip until my boyfriend and I wandered into Rathbones on the UES to get a quick, low-key bite. On the bartender's recommendation, I got a French Dip with mozzarella cheese and WOW that is the greatest sandwich ever. It's served on crusty garlic bread with tender meat and a side of luscious au jus and comes with a HEAPING side of well-salted fries. On Fridays they have it on special for $6.95. Go! Go!

StantheAmerican
StantheAmerican

When you can't find a good one, you can hit an Arby's!

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Though not referred to as a 'French Dip' sandwich one can find in the Crescent City at Mother's on Poydras or even Dom Melises's a Roast Beef Po Boy that does indeed fit within the parameters of the authors requisite comestible. French bread sliced in half, check, filled with any combination of cooked roast beef, dressed w/ lettuce & tomato and mayo check, slathered in a brown gravy that would make your old converse edible-check!

RobertA
RobertA

Phillipe's -The Original. YUM!

Kinda4
Kinda4

Walker's in Tribeca has a formidable french dip. Good fries too.

Kent R. Atkinson
Kent R. Atkinson

Until hitting page 2 of the post, I was concerned that you, of the peripatetic foodie meanderings had missed old B&C.But fear not, dear reader, our man Sietsema ,ever intrepid ,comes up with the goods for proper comparison.A reputation for thoroughness is safe for another week!

Guy Misterioso
Guy Misterioso

The French dip at Phillipe's in Los Angeles is a decent sandwich but the real star there is the Lamb sandwich served with bread dipped in the beef broth. Augmented by Phillipe's seriously spicy hot mustard (a J. Gold fave) and you have one of the best sandwiches I have ever had. You know it's good when you see the serving ladies actually slicing the lamb off the shank when you order it.

 
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