Deep down, we all just want to eat a really good sandwich

Last month the gang headed to Pigwich, the Local Pig’s food truck in the East Bottoms. This was my pick, thank you very much.

There’s a bridge that takes you from metropolitan Kansas City into an entirely different place: the East Bottoms. You feel like you stepped on the wrong side of the tracks in 1950s New Orleans. Knuckleheads is a few blocks away, and you can smell the river and hear the trains. This place has character.

Pigwich offers a small menu of 5-6 sandwiches, one rotating based on day of the week. I opted for the Banh Mi, a Vietnamese sandwich with scrumptious pork meatballs on a baguette. For a $1 more, you can get a drink and house-made chips with your sandwich. DO IT.

We dined on picnic tables out of cardboard boxes. My sandwich was delicious. I should have saved half for lunch the next day, but I just didn’t stop eating. The chips were hot and salty and thin, everything chips should be. I nearly finished them off, too.

Then the bikers showed up.

First it was the spandex-clad cyclists. I heard the food truck chefs mutter “they’re here,” which tells me this band of folks are either regulars or that they have a reputation that precedes them. Then another posse of bikers—motorcyclists—showed up. Was it awkward, you ask, sitting between two groups of bikers? Yes, a little. But there was no rumble, and everyone enjoyed his or her sandwiches in peace. I guess no matter how different we seem on the outside, deep down, we all just want to eat a really good sandwich.*

I will definitely head back to Pigwich in the spring, when the weather warms back up. Don’t expect any frills, but do expect great sandwiches for a great price, enjoyed in a funky neighborhood. My score: 4/5 stars.

*quote attributed to Liz Lemon, 30 Rock: Season 4, Episode 4 (Yes, Justin, the Chuckle Hut one.)