On the edge of LA’s Chinatown sits the birthplace of the French Dip sandwich, Philippe’s. Or at least, that’s what they say. Go downtown and Cole’s will claim the same thing. I can’t speak for Cole’s, but Philippe’s was a fine sando. [Sorry, no pic. It went down too fast.] For a pre-dipped version, it was surprisingly moist and flavorful without being a sloppy, drowning mess. And they score points for their clientele:
As ecstatic as he looks to put down his dip and take a pic with another, Lance was actually super nice. Hopefully I’ll be able to harass him at the X-Games tomorrow. Stalker alert!