Now, lemme tell you something, NYC has a million great places to eat, but for my money, the best food I ever ate was at Reality Sandwich, which at the time was in a small shop on Thompson Street between West 3rd and Bleecker. At the time, I was living on East Houston Street but I had several friends who lived on Thompson, and I ate at R.S. at least 20 times a week. The best hot open sandwiches ever made, in my opinion. It apparently wasn't doing so well, though, and moved into Harry's Burritos, which was right up the street.
And of course, I moved onto Thompson Street, and my first night there I went to Harry's Burritos to celebrate with a Roman Chicken, only to be informed that they were no longer serving Reality.
I was heartbroken over this for a long time. People who know me know that I'm not necessarily a food-oriented person, which is why it's so easy for me to not eat when I'm broke. But Reality Sandwiches really did fuck up my reality with how insanely good they were, and it blew my mind that nobody else outside of my circle of friends ever went there.
So with this possible sighting, I am now a man on a mission. This weekend, I will find this place, and eat heartily, bank account be damned. And on Monday, or whenever I am next on a computer, I will post their address here, and if you live in the NYC area, you are hereby ordered to go there and check it out. Please. Don't let me be without Reality any longer.