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Basic, counter-serve operation offering Vietnamese fare such as noodles, pho & banh mi sandwiches.
Hours
| Friday | 11:30 AM–4 PM |
| Saturday | 11:30 AM–4 PM |
| Sunday | Closed |
| Monday | 11:30 AM–4 PM |
| Tuesday | 11:30 AM–4 PM |
| Wednesday | 11:30 AM–4 PM |
| Thursday | 11:30 AM–4 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 148 Mamaroneck Ave, White Plains, NY 10601
Phone: (914) 686-6888
Website: http://thebanhmishopny.com/
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Reviews
Will -The Hominator
Was in town and mood for Vietnamese dishes , this is the place to order from , so good I make 2 visits In 1 week. The food is prepared daily freshly sliced veggie to garnish their Bahn sandwiches . The soup broth comes straight from the bone marrow itself. Each dish give you a taste of the motherland. The aromatic herbs will scent your entire room. Their severity of spice/hotness & jalapeño will open your pores & sinuses. Their portions will keep you full for the rest of your day. Day 1 orders: Bahn Mi sandwich: grilled chicken , sliced pork; shrimp summer roll, pork spring rolls. 2nd visit : Original Bahn sandwich & Pho Combo.
P.S. Thank you for the freebie Nuggets ( fantastic) fresh meat , crisp to the T
… moreP.S. Thank you for the freebie Nuggets ( fantastic) fresh meat , crisp to the T
Q Q
The Bahn mi was delicious however, the pho was underwhelming. Although the broth was very well seasoned, there was barely any meat or cilantro. I had to get it to go since there were no seating and the place was packed. I would go again, but just for the Bahn Mi
… moreJulia Guillet
Ever since I began coming here 4 years ago, I cannot get enough of their banh mis!!! This shop may be small, but their food is absolutely delicious and is a must try. My boyfriend always picks me up a tofu banh mi and it is the highlight of my week, the staff even knows who we are now!
Best banh mis in the country. No joke!
I hope this place stays open for many years to come because we will be returning frequently.
Bless this small business.
… moreBest banh mis in the country. No joke!
I hope this place stays open for many years to come because we will be returning frequently.
Bless this small business.
Yunong Shi
Somewhere on Mamaroneck Avenue, tucked between bigger and louder places, sits The Banh Mi Shop in White Plains. If you’re not paying attention, you might just walk past it — a small black sign, simple and clear, hangs by the door, listing the shop’s name with subway-style letters. It feels oddly fitting, like the start of a quiet journey underground.
The moment I step in, I know this place is different. It isn’t just a sandwich shop; it’s a tiny museum, a love letter, a portal to a world stitched together with memories. The first thing that catches my eye is the giant graffiti on the wall — a cheerful kid in a red áo dài and conical nón lá hat, painted next to huge bubble letters shouting “WELCOME TO WHITE PLAINS!” It’s a bold, almost stubborn statement, as if insisting that this little corner belongs as much to Vietnam as it does to New York.
The details reveal themselves slowly, like pages of a book turning with the wind. There’s a row of lion dance heads grinning wildly from a wooden crate, a thick red Chinese knot hanging beside them like a heartbeat. High above the entrance, an old bicycle balances crates of mangoes and dragon fruits under a dusty nón lá, like it just rolled in from a Saigon alleyway. Photographs of bustling Vietnamese street markets hang nearby, blurred with age and affection.
The staff move quietly behind the counter. One young woman wipes down a table, her grey hoodie stitched with The Banh Mi Shop logo in a simple blue font, like a badge of belonging. The cash register is guarded by small golden tokens of luck: a waving Maneki-neko cat, a golden sycee overflowing with coins, and a tiny ship sailing in a glass case — emblems of prosperity, travel, safe passage.
Against one wall, the tables tell their own quiet story. One table is a mosaic of old U.S. pennies, catching the light like a field of copper sunflowers. Another has a strip of world currencies laminated under glass — Vietnamese dong, Korean won, old French francs, Israeli shekels — as if each diner leaves a little bit of another world behind. Near the window, an old, bulbous white iMac G4 sits like a fossil from a lost future, beside a vintage children’s book titled What Do People Do All Day?, half-hidden under the glass shelf.
Even the small details don’t feel accidental. On a shelf, tiny models of traditional Vietnamese instruments rest in a suitcase lined with red velvet. The walls speak softly, offering a small description of Pho, explaining its journey from Hanoi’s streets to American homes. A stack of yellow Café du Monde cans — coffee and chicory — builds a golden fortress by the counter, linking New Orleans and Vietnam in one unbroken circle.
You’ll need to know one more thing: they only take cash. No cards, no phone apps, no tapping or swiping. It feels almost right, like the place is drawing a line between itself and the rest of the world — slower, more deliberate, asking you to be just a little more prepared, a little more present.
And then, there’s the food.
I ordered the marinated sliced pork bánh mì, and when it came, it felt almost too simple: a brown paper box, a neatly tucked sandwich, the smell of grilled meat and pickled vegetables rising into the warm, cluttered air. The bite was everything at once — crispy bread, juicy pork, the briny snap of pickled carrots. It wasn’t exactly a traditional bánh mì — the flavor leaned more toward a Texan barbecue sandwich, thick and smoky — but somehow it worked. It was hearty, straightforward, like the shop itself. Less Saigon street cart, more American dream whispered through a cracked kitchen window.
There was no music playing. Only the occasional clink of coins, the soft buzz of conversations, the hum of the street outside pushing faintly against the glass door. Time felt heavy, but not unpleasant. Like it had agreed to slow down, just for a little while, inside this small, fiercely loved corner of the world.
And when I left, stepping back into the sharp light of White Plains, I carried the sandwich’s warmth with me. Like a secret folded into my jacket pocket.
… moreThe moment I step in, I know this place is different. It isn’t just a sandwich shop; it’s a tiny museum, a love letter, a portal to a world stitched together with memories. The first thing that catches my eye is the giant graffiti on the wall — a cheerful kid in a red áo dài and conical nón lá hat, painted next to huge bubble letters shouting “WELCOME TO WHITE PLAINS!” It’s a bold, almost stubborn statement, as if insisting that this little corner belongs as much to Vietnam as it does to New York.
The details reveal themselves slowly, like pages of a book turning with the wind. There’s a row of lion dance heads grinning wildly from a wooden crate, a thick red Chinese knot hanging beside them like a heartbeat. High above the entrance, an old bicycle balances crates of mangoes and dragon fruits under a dusty nón lá, like it just rolled in from a Saigon alleyway. Photographs of bustling Vietnamese street markets hang nearby, blurred with age and affection.
The staff move quietly behind the counter. One young woman wipes down a table, her grey hoodie stitched with The Banh Mi Shop logo in a simple blue font, like a badge of belonging. The cash register is guarded by small golden tokens of luck: a waving Maneki-neko cat, a golden sycee overflowing with coins, and a tiny ship sailing in a glass case — emblems of prosperity, travel, safe passage.
Against one wall, the tables tell their own quiet story. One table is a mosaic of old U.S. pennies, catching the light like a field of copper sunflowers. Another has a strip of world currencies laminated under glass — Vietnamese dong, Korean won, old French francs, Israeli shekels — as if each diner leaves a little bit of another world behind. Near the window, an old, bulbous white iMac G4 sits like a fossil from a lost future, beside a vintage children’s book titled What Do People Do All Day?, half-hidden under the glass shelf.
Even the small details don’t feel accidental. On a shelf, tiny models of traditional Vietnamese instruments rest in a suitcase lined with red velvet. The walls speak softly, offering a small description of Pho, explaining its journey from Hanoi’s streets to American homes. A stack of yellow Café du Monde cans — coffee and chicory — builds a golden fortress by the counter, linking New Orleans and Vietnam in one unbroken circle.
You’ll need to know one more thing: they only take cash. No cards, no phone apps, no tapping or swiping. It feels almost right, like the place is drawing a line between itself and the rest of the world — slower, more deliberate, asking you to be just a little more prepared, a little more present.
And then, there’s the food.
I ordered the marinated sliced pork bánh mì, and when it came, it felt almost too simple: a brown paper box, a neatly tucked sandwich, the smell of grilled meat and pickled vegetables rising into the warm, cluttered air. The bite was everything at once — crispy bread, juicy pork, the briny snap of pickled carrots. It wasn’t exactly a traditional bánh mì — the flavor leaned more toward a Texan barbecue sandwich, thick and smoky — but somehow it worked. It was hearty, straightforward, like the shop itself. Less Saigon street cart, more American dream whispered through a cracked kitchen window.
There was no music playing. Only the occasional clink of coins, the soft buzz of conversations, the hum of the street outside pushing faintly against the glass door. Time felt heavy, but not unpleasant. Like it had agreed to slow down, just for a little while, inside this small, fiercely loved corner of the world.
And when I left, stepping back into the sharp light of White Plains, I carried the sandwich’s warmth with me. Like a secret folded into my jacket pocket.
Rene Tenesaca
Went to pick up and very quick! Got myself fried chicken Banh with a runny egg which is extra. So worth it. My friend recommended this place for lunch and the sandwich is huge. Half for lunch and half for dinner or if you want to share. I got a pineapple boba tea as which was very good. However the chicken nuggets are so good! Definitely recommend. They only accept cash! So make sure to bring cash! No Apple Pay or Zelle or nothing digital or card I believe also. Needs to be cash I think you can order them to pick up through Grubhub if you want to use your card. Not sure. Overall, I’m coming here again! Good food!
… moreSharon D. Kenny
Delicious Banh Mi. I ordered the grilled pork and it was awesome. The bread was crispy and fresh, and the touch of jalapeños was a nice detail. Honestly, I have never had a Bahn Mi as good as this one. The peanut sauce for the summer rolls was also superb. (I wish I knew how to make it as good.) My daughter had the veggie pho and my husband had the Classic sliced beef – they said that the broth is not as flavourful as they expected based on their experience at other places… and the noodles were a bit too thick… Now, the service was outstanding. The young women were fast, amiable, professional, and went the extra mile with a smile (when my husband asked for more basil). Thank you very much for your service and a delicious lunch on our way back home from Brown University.
… moreStefani DiBuono
Delicious! One of my top favorites for lunch in White Plains. My coworkers and I pick up from here again and again. I can’t get enough of the grilled sliced pork banh mi.
Note cash only if ordering in store or via phone call, and I believe prices are slightly higher if ordering on Seamless. Worth it either way!
… moreNote cash only if ordering in store or via phone call, and I believe prices are slightly higher if ordering on Seamless. Worth it either way!
Jaewon S.
First time going here, tried short rib over rice ($14) with pickled veggies ($0.75) and classic sliced beef pho ($12). It was amazing. Especially the short rib, super tender and filling. Only four seats in the store tho. Most people do takeout. We should feel blessed having this amazing, flavorful place in Westchester. Definitely will go back!
… moreMichael Chiltern
A true Vietnamese gem, we’re so fortunate to have in White Plains! The brisket pho is amazing I have it at least once a week. Shrimp summer roll, pork Bahn mi sandwich are also terrific! Owners are good people. One love!!!
… moreToy
My daughter and I visited this Restaurant yesterday for the first time. After searching high and low for an Authentic Vietnamese Banh Mi sandwich I can definitely say we have found our place for Authentic Vietnamese food ..The lady who took our order was so nice and pleasant and the food was absolutely delicious. We definitely will be back
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