Since reading multiple raves regarding a particular roasted duck club sandwich on these boards months ago, I had been meaning to make a trip to Blue Ribbon (97 Sullivan). I was graced with the paired presence of Mom and Middle Bro this evening, and so I took the opportunity to walk west on Prince (cutting through Mulberry's oddly-unsettling festivities) and then south a couple.
As it was 7:30 on a Friday, the wait-length leaned towards the lousy side -- though it leaned not nearly as far as that of those who arrived thirty minutes later. The Moby-ish gentleman who handled seating could not have been more pleasant, though, and we had our table before anybody considered seeking accommodations elsewhere.
LSS: The bread, my oysters, and my glass of vodka were all very enjoyable. But they mattered not; it was the club I was focused on.
It did not stand up to the anticipation. The bread was great, as were the hidden chunks of bacon. The duck and coleslaw -- eaten both within and without the sandwich proper -- were "nothing to write home about". That duck could have been any old cold cut bought at your local grocer's deli counter. And the coleslaw was likewise standard issue.
I'll digress for a moment to point out that recent trips to farmer's markets, and subsequent purchases of eye-opening heirloom tomatoes, have completely spoiled me for the tasteless nonsense normally found in stores. That sentiment is in gung-ho mode right now, and so what came on my sandwich didn't help the overall package any.
The sweet-potato chips could have used some manner of seasoning, though they were fun to eat regardless.
With all that said, it was still a good sandwich. But I could pick up a loaf of bread at Sullivan Street Bakery and do better on my own.