The food? Delicious.
The service? Fast.
The selection? Excellent.
So why so few stars? Because this place is DEPRESSING AS ALL FUCK--the wall calendar that's still turned to last month; the photo of the owner in his prime, wearing chef's whites, directly above the counter where, thirty years later, he slathers hot sauce on satay wraps; the splotchy wall paint and chipped tile and the cafeteria trays dishing up your sandwiches if you decide to eat there instead of taking your food to go. It's pretty grim, guys.