Come on, anyone who isn't amused by stoned dudes making your lunch is just a fuddy duddy with a stick up their rear.
The fact that these guys are gainfully employed is point one in their favor. The fact that the food doesn't just taste good if you've smoked your breakfast is star number two. Goofy weed paraphernalia entertains you as the most laid back staff on the planet puts your sandwich together. Granted, it takes a few more minutes than fast food, but most lunches that contain actual food will.
I get the "Kind". Turkey bacon mushroom on jalepeno bread. Throw some sprouts on it with mustard. I feel so self righteous and "damn the man" walking out of this place I sometimes double check to make sure I still have on deodorant.
Yep, I'm still a yuppie cheeseball everytime I leave, but for an instant I contemplate dreads and the chill life everytime I grab lunch here.
Or at least the good old bong hit Saturdays of college life....tough call.