Sammich Portland — Restaurant in Portland

Seriously the best sandwiches in town! The house pastrami and bacon are smoked on site, which wafts the pleasant scent of smoked meat all about the neighbourhood, permeating the nostrils of passersby. The Pastrami Zombie sandwich (also the name of their food truck on N. Mississippi Ave) is the top seller. 5 ounces of house pastrami, which goes through a weeklong process before making it to your sandwich. The smoke of the meat balances perfectly with the melt-in-your-mouth texture that the final steaming process lends to the meat. It's served on a sour rye with Swiss cheese, cole slaw and a house-made Russian dressing.

While you can get the Zombie at the food truck, there is a solid menu here only available at the brick and mortar. The Chicago style Italian beef sandwich is served with giardiniera and is dipped and served wet, which brings a traditional Chicago sandwich to life right in the heart of the East Burnside corridor. Also available here are a house-brined turkey and probably the best tuna salad you'll ever have. If you want a cold sandwich, get the Albacore and add some giardiniera for spice or bacon for smoke and texture.

The business model is based around quality ingredients and making everything from scratch. "Do simple better", the Chef's mantra, is framed in the dining area. The dedication to homemade condiments and slow but worth-the-wait meat processing makes this place unique among the bigger, busier sandwich shops in town.

No beer on tap here, but a nice assortment of bottles and cans accompany an array of soda options. There are also a few cocktail options, including one with a house-smoked jalapeño infused vodka (oh yeah).

Sammich is tucked away in a corner along a very busy thoroughfare, and it's well worth the visit. It's in the same building as Olé Olé, and the parking situation is limited. I suggest walking or taking transit, especially during...

This was an overall terrible experience for me. I went to get lunch with a good friend and neither of us plan to ever go back. The owner took our orders and when I asked what was best she laughed and said everything. I then asked if her "Chicago Italian Beef" was a real Chicago beef (fair question being this is Portland not Chicago, also I've spent a lot of time in Chicago) she then yelled at me and said "If another F(censored)ing person asks me that I'm going to punch them in the face!" I'm sorry that you get asked if your Chicago sandwich is real too much but being that we're not in Chicago it's a fair question. I probably wouldn't have been mad about her raising her voice if the beef was as good as she thought it was though. My friends Pastrami sandwich was prepared and sat on the counter for 10 minutes while they forgot mine. They finally remembered to make mine and handed us the order. My friends sandwich was cold and soggy so we had to ask them to remake it. Fortunately they remade mine too so it wouldn't sit and have the same issue. Finally after about 40 minutes, not during a very busy time mind you, we got our orders. This is where the biggest disappointment begins. After my treatment of asking if the Chicago beef was real I figured it had to be good. It wasn't. The meat was dry (how do you have dry meat that's cooked in au jus?), The roll was nothing like what you would receive in Chicago, it was too large and overly chewy. And to top it all off the price is quite ridiculous for a sub par sandwich. My friends Pastrami was equally as bad, with dry meat and rye bread without the slightest hint of rye. Seriously if you're going to yell at your customer you should have the product to back it up. I highly recommend you stay away from Sammich unless you want dry,...

I don’t come across the great river very often. No place place to park my big ever loving truck. I mean, how do you people survive? But I was lucky, it was late afternoon and I found 4 spaces a couple blocks away… used all of them. I like a good sammich and i was purty durned hungry. Seating is outside and with advancing age addling my wits and dimming my eyesight, I was just a tad intimidated, of course I didn’t want to let on. As I tried to riddle out the board, I explained it was my first time. The waiter responded like a madam in a house of ill repute on finding a young virgin customer. That is to say, he made me feel at home and recommended the house Pastrami Zombie. Not usually a fan of pastrami, but I’ve been prepping for the Zombie Apocalypse for years, so I said, let’s do this. Well glory gee to Bezus! Even looking at the thing, I knew I was in uncharted waters. The pastrami did not look like the paper thin red wads of stuff that I am used to. Darker, thicker, more primitive, more… earthy. Yes, it was brains to a zombie, missionaries to a cannibal, slop to a hog! Best damned pastrami I’ve ever had! Damned you Portland, you’re like the big kid next door that gets all the nice toys! Was it a tad pricey for a sammich (along with fries)? Well, yes. But was it worth it? Did they work for for their money? Were the ingredients better than the average? Was my hunger assuaged? Is a frog’s nether region watertight? Yes...