We’re going to break a cardinal rule with this one: Ike’s Place isn’t anywhere near downtown. In fact, Westwood is about as far from Staples Center as you can get in LA, unless you’re talking about basketball banners. But since the Warriors are in town now is the perfect time to brave the hordes of students, the awful parking, and the damn 405 to visit what is very likely the Bay Area’s greatest contribution to human progress. Or at least their greatest contribution to sandwiches.
Ike’s full menu is more than a little overwhelming, featuring hundreds of cleverly named permutations of ingredients, but rest assured that whether you choose the Paul Reubens (it’s a reuben) or the Menage A Trois (three sauces – BBQ, honey mustard, and honey) you will get a fat missile of a roll, filled with meat and dripping with sauce – a true gut bomb. The defining characteristic of Ike’s sandwiches is their extravagance, layers upon layers of sauces and meats and cheeses and even the occasional vegetable stuck in between some excellent bread (always get Dutch Crunch). Eating one is a unique experience, like trying to chew your way out of a prison made of gouda and buffalo chicken, like a tightrope walk over an ocean of embarrassing stains, like diving headfirst into a Scrooge McDuck swimming pool full of green chilies, Italian dressing, and steak. It is a joyous, hedonistic thing.
Go and get your We’re JUST Friends, with avocado, chicken, pepper jack, and zesty orange glaze, go and get your Jaymee Sirewich, with Ike’s Yellow BBQ sauce, pepper jack, ranch, and fried chicken, go and get your Linsanity, with avocado, Godfather sauce, havarti, turkey, and spicy potato chips, and revel in the decadence. I don’t know what you’ve done, but today, you’ve earned it. Eat your caramel apple pop for dessert, and then take a nap, probably. Did somebody say something about the Warriors? Don’t get The Harrison Barnes. Bad juju. 1151 Westwood Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90024; https://www.ilikeikesplace.com