Hidden between a Rite Aid and Medical Marijuana dispensary is San Diego's premier downtown eatery. An ill timed blink may be responsible for even the most trained of eyes missing this 7th street gem. You'll know your in the right place once you've entered and tripped the overhanging bell alarm and took in the ambiance of expired Olives and silent farts. If you're an expert sign reader; you'll be directed to the end of an excessive sneeze guard where the eager "Artist" will take your order in between text messages and inappropriate itches.
Upon deciphering the complex code of Bread, Meat, Cheese that requires repeating no less than four times, you'll be shuffled down an assembly line of common produce that is surprisingly foreign to even the most frequent of clientele. During this critical time of service a guest is required to retain laser accurate eye contact with their Sandwich at the risk of losing your selection to the Mayo-less Chicken Breast ahead of you. The option to partake in the enjoyment of a strangers back or a nearby phone conversation are available and free of charge, but not encouraged.
After selecting an assortment of Vegetables fitting your Protein choice, another associate will masterfully stuff them inside your Bread with the delicate care usually given to cheap luggage. Once your foot long creation is completed a quality assurance executive will loosely wrap your sandwich to properly ensure your ingredients form a fun little salad at the bottom of your bag once arriving at your eating destination.
On site dining is available without a reservation, but phoning ahead is recommended to secure a sticky Soda stained Yellow Booth featuring Cookie crumbs atop and chewing gum treasures below. Overall this fine establishment should solely be considered in the event of a massive Chuckwagon shortage at your local gassery or an unprecedented Hot Pocket recall.
Upon deciphering the complex code of Bread, Meat, Cheese that requires repeating no less than four times, you'll be shuffled down an assembly line of common produce that is surprisingly foreign to even the most frequent of clientele. During this critical time of service a guest is required to retain laser accurate eye contact with their Sandwich at the risk of losing your selection to the Mayo-less Chicken Breast ahead of you. The option to partake in the enjoyment of a strangers back or a nearby phone conversation are available and free of charge, but not encouraged.
After selecting an assortment of Vegetables fitting your Protein choice, another associate will masterfully stuff them inside your Bread with the delicate care usually given to cheap luggage. Once your foot long creation is completed a quality assurance executive will loosely wrap your sandwich to properly ensure your ingredients form a fun little salad at the bottom of your bag once arriving at your eating destination.
On site dining is available without a reservation, but phoning ahead is recommended to secure a sticky Soda stained Yellow Booth featuring Cookie crumbs atop and chewing gum treasures below. Overall this fine establishment should solely be considered in the event of a massive Chuckwagon shortage at your local gassery or an unprecedented Hot Pocket recall.
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