There’s only one thing to get at Rocket Pig: the Rocket Pig Sandwich. And I don’t mean that in a “it’s the best thing on the menu” type way; I mean that in a “it’s actually the only real thing on the menu” type way. It’s the star of the show; the rest is just sides, packaged desserts and drinks. And believe me, we’re not complaining. That sandwich alone is enough to bring anyone back in. We’ll certainly visit again and again. And again.
The Rocket Pig sandwich: layers and layers of tender, juicy smoked spice-rubbed pork, which has been brined for three days in spices and molasses and smoked for three hours, served on a gigantic chewy ciabatta roll, smothered (in a good way, like the way you’d feel if Brad Pitt or Jessica Alba, take your pick, smothered you) with a sweet and thick onion jam which might have been too sweet if not perfectly countered by a creamy mustard sauce with a bite. A container of Rocket Pig hot sauce is served on the side - definitely apply generously (it makes the sandwich that much better) - along with a crisp house-made pickle. At $14, this piggy don’t come cheap, but it’s worth the price.
Brought to you by the peeps from Trestle on Tenth. It’s a small and unassuming standing-room-only joint in a former carriage house, set back a bit from the sidewalk, tucked in right next to its big sister restaurant. It’s easy to walk right by, but you should definitely make it a point to stop in!
PS - you can pick up a “Pignic Box” and take your meal to go! Each box comes with a sandwich, a pickle, cole sale and your choice of chips, dessert and a soda. I’m already dreaming of busting one of these gigantic mouth-watering sandwiches out in a few months at the Highline (if I make it that far) or a random sidewalk (if I don’t).