Yesterday morning Mister had an appointment in White Plains, so I made plans to meet him for lunch. Looking online, there were a ton of options, so I consulted Yelp and found great reviews for The Iron Tomato.
It fit all of the criteria: (1) walking distance from Mister’s appointment (2) quick/not too fancy (3) good reviews
Walking in can be a little over whelming, with the shop set up more like a market or cafeteria than a standard restaurant or deli. The shop has a great flow to it, just make sure you go to the right when you first enter to prevent fighting the procedure.
To the right of the entrance is a bakery, continuing straight there is a salad station, cold prepared foods, and some refrigerated desserts. Once you make your next right (the layout is a rectangle, more or less), there is a smoothie counter. The next section has the deli counter, lastly a pizza counter and you’ll then return to the register area across from the front doors.
We ordered a sandwich to share, neither of us being too hungry. You grab a number from the dispenser, and wait to order. It was organized and efficient, even with the crowds waiting for food. Menus are clearly displayed in several spots, so there wasn’t that moment of dread waiting to be able to see the menu and hoping that happened before it was your turn to order.
Splitting the Iron Tomato Special was the perfect amount of food. Crusty bread with a fluffy, oil drenched interior. Cold chicken cutlet, savory roasted red peppers, fresh mozzarella. You can see the line of balsamic soaking into the bread on the lower half. It wasn’t the best sandwich in the world, but it hit all the good flavor and texture points for sure. I would definitely try an italian mix next time.
There is a seating area in the front corner, and we were given a plate at the register to help us share more neatly. Its clearly a place that’s popular for lunch, with quick turnover.
After the sandwich, we couldn’t resist the glowing bakery case.
We walked for a bit and ate our dessert outside, an eclair for Mister and a nutella tart for me. It was like a melty hershey bar atop a crumbly crust, but in a way that’s way better than that awkward description.