ORDER: cold lobster roll
Sawyer is no longer just the name of a summer camp, or my boyfriend’s roommate’s dog, or the protagonist in that book that guy wrote. It’s now a rustic meets hipster restaurant in Silverlake’s Sunset Junction, which brings me to the thesis of this post. The food is good. The decor is gooder.
I’d like to take the design team behind Sawyer, kiss them gently and platonically on the forehead, and then chat in detail over some McDonald’s fountain drinks. The space is worth the trip, a combination of exposed brick and geometric wallpaper, all tied together with light fixtures that look like hydrogen bonds. I should probably confirm that detail with my chemistry friends. During the day, the place is so well-lit and miraculously bright, that even while indoors you feel as though you’re nestled in your best friend’s patio, if your best friend had the taste of a hipster from a small town in Idaho.
Despite wanting to try everything on the menu, I ultimately ordered the cold lobster roll. I’m about 150% sure the bun had butter, but I say it’s worth the gut punch. The sando is generous for a lobster roll, packed with succulent chunks of meat, coated in a mayo herb dressing, paired with a nice portion of homemade potato chips. The chips could use some work though. I’d pitch switching them out for fries. Something saltier, with a little bit of a kick. First thing that comes to mind is Michael Vick, but that’s all wrong.
Where Sawyer lacks in starch work, they make up in ambiance. Between the soothing atmosphere and my tasty lobster roll, I left feeling happy as a clam. Or should I say, a lobster? Nah. I’m good.
“So endeth this chronicle. It being strictly a history of a (lobster) boy, it must stop here; the story could not go much further without becoming the history of a (lobster) man.”
-Mark Twain, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
Sawyer: 3705 Sunset Blvd., Los Angeles, CA. 90026