Boulder Creek Market

This review will not be straightforward.
I ordered the hot pastrami and was taken aback to hear they didn’t have any rye bread. Hot pastrami on rye… that’s a phrase for a reason. But I swallowed my snobbery and took the sourdough, telling myself I should be open-​minded.
My first bite of the sandwich, I was like ‘Hallelujah! Best sandwich ever!’ and my last bite of the sandwich I was like, ‘ugh, I feel sick.’ Not the kind of sick that comes from eating too much — I only ate about half of my half — but the kind of sick where it’s like, wow, is my body built to digest this? The tangy mustard that gave the sandwich such a kick at the beginning got really tiresome and nausea-​inducing, and the thick-​cut pastrami — this is no traditional paper-​thin sliced pile of pastrami — got heavy and chewy. The flavor combination may have just been so strong that it was tasty at first but wasn’t able to last a whole sandwich. I don’t know. Whatever it was, I started out loving it and ended by forcing it on Dan.
Dan got the ostrich, which was neither awesome nor offensive. It was fine. Good bread, no doubt about it, but the meat was not flavorful enough for the plainness of the toppings, so the overall effect was blah.
Good take on chai, though, with honey and ginger. I gulped it right down.
I am going to leave this at a noncommittal 3 stars, on the off chance Dan and I ordered the wrong things. I plan to go back and try the sandwiches with more creative toppings. I’ve got my eye on the turkey one with cream cheese and lingonberry preserves.

Right now I am wishing that I still lived in Boulder and could just walk down the street to my favorite market of all time. the Boulder Creek Market. I frequented this place weekly because the egg salad was the best I’ve ever had. They have a good selection of sandwiches and the bread is perfectly baked. I have lived in San Francisco for a few years now and I miss this spot, and haven’t found one even close to taking its place.

Well, this is one of those places which people won’t stop raving about, so I got to through down and say Nay! Nay!
Pretty much a hole in the wall, it took ages to get my vegetarian sandwich (the only one they had on the menu). After getting it, it was seriously on white bread cut diagonally like my grandma made it for me. It wasn’t spectacular and after paying 7 dollars for a sandwich which I was still hungry after consuming, I was in somewhat of a bad mood.
Luckily, fate intervened. As I was sitting there at the uncomfortable booth looking out at the parking lot, a huge Escalade rolled up with a big black man and a skinny bleached-​blond girl wearing a CU shirt inside, both looking about 20. The black dude came in to get a sandwich. Now, I was nicely positioned, so I could see in the Escalade through the passenger side mirror. As the guy ordered, I watched as the bleached-​blond girl poured out a line of something on the dashboard, snorted it efficiently, and wiped her nose for awhile.
Ah life: nothing like watching a rich sorostitute (technical term) do a line of coke off of the dashboard of an Escalade, while her boy-​toy gets her a sandwich.
Now that’s what I call entertainment!

Holy Mustard. Every once in a while you go to a place where you taste the food an immediately come to the conclusion that the people making the food have not tasted it. My sandwich had so much mustard on it that it was painful to eat. After making it about halfway through the sandwich I commented on the amazing amount of mustard and tried to take some off (the bread was soaked though). My friend was amazed too by the amount of mustard that had similarly ruined her sandwich. Add on the 10 minute wait for a sandwich (no one in front of us in line) and I would probably not come back here again. Oh, and they put onions on when I said no onions. At least they are all having a good time back there.

I like to be adventurous with food, so yes, I went here for the ostrich. Quite frankly, though, many of the exotic meats I’ve sampled in my life – ostrich, buffalo, alligator, rattlesnake – have been a bit dry, which I think is why they’re novelties and not staples.
That said, the Boulder Creek Market makes a mean sandwich, and my taste buds’ preference for moister meats is not the fault of the market. This is a nice place to eat in, but you’re SO close to Boulder Creek you might as well get it to go and find yourself a nice rock across the street to enjoy your sandwich. After all, you’re in Boulder. Enjoy.

Craving a quality sandwich… come here or better yet just call here and have them deliver the sandwich to you! I use to teach preschool in Boulder and the other teachers and I would order these sandwiches about every other day! Delicious!!! In my college days i stuck strictly to the chicken salad, but after a bit of an overdose on this I began to order other sandwiches. The southwestern turkey is absolutely amazing. The egg salad rocks my world! IF you are worried about smelling like onions then I would skip them, but they do add to these scrumptious sandwiches. Just thinking about them makes me hungry… I wish I still lived in Boulder, so I could order these!
add on suggestion: Boulder chips and a half and half Nantucket nectar

Hmmm, chicken salad. Everything a good sandwich should be, short of cheap. Fresh chewy crusy bread with exotic meat like ostrich or just plain old turkey. Their chicken salad and egg salad demand some respect.

Amazing chicken salad check. Every time i come back to Boulder this is the first place I go. It is just so damn good.
The bread is yum and I recommend sitting at the counter, outside on a nice day, and reading the The Onion while digesting the deliciousness.