HOT SOUP & BAD LARRY’S SANDWICHES
We’re 90 minutes from service. Russell Markus is writing out the daily offerings with a Sharpie on painter’s tape, affixing each strip to the corkboard by the door. Reid Webster is baking off the final batch of ‘Pala alla Romana’ – his Uncle Mario’s bread recipe, inherited during a furious baking stint in Compignano, Italy. Lamb of God’s “Walk with Me In Hell” plays over the speakers as the daily prep reaches its final stages.
Hot Soup & Bad Larry’s Sandwiches is the latest project from two chefs with impressive, albeit unconventional backgrounds. Both are known in New York City for their work not in restaurants, but at popups.
Markus’ Hot Soup (and Essential Herbs) has garnered attention for its nourishing, wholesome approach to food, art, and community building. Webster’s Bad Larry’s churns out free-wielding, but technically proficient pizzas at breweries and wine bars around town. Together, their operation is a symphony of creativity making waves on the Lower East Side. Their 6-week residency serves exactly what it sounds like: soup and sandwiches.
Markus's contributions to the residency are largely a continuation of his recent successes in the world of soup (which is hot right now, according to Vogue). For Webster, it’s a project outside of his recent pizza domain – still baking [fresh bread, daily], but applied toward the art of sandwiches. They collaboratively steer the marketing, design, and branding vision – which is tastefully simple, hand-drawn, and haphazard.
22 Orchard was the long-time home of Scarr’s Pizza, which has migrated across the street to a larger, flashier space. Sushi Oku, “a premier 17-course omakase journey,” now operates out of the back room, but during the day Markus and Webster hold down the fort and make use of the double-decker ovens.
Three sandwiches were available: Sweet Potato with a serrano glaze, topped with frisée dressed in smoked maple vinaigrette; Chicken Salad with tarragon, fish sauce, and arugula; and Pork Belly with pickled daikon, cilantro, and a proprietary spicy mustard blend.
Evan, a patron who wandered into the shop at around 11:30 am, 30 minutes before open, was sold a pair of somewhat off-menu souffle egg sandwiches, one with a slab of pork belly, both with a smattering of chipotle mayo (on Webster’s fresh bread, of course). “Thanks, guys, my girlfriend is gonna be real happy with this,” Evan exclaimed as he departed with his morning bounty.