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| - Live in a town long enough, and you'll start finding its hidden gems - those underpriced, overtasty hole-in-the-walls that don't look spectacular, but actually feature way better food than you'd think.
Presto is one of those gems. You want a sandwich? You're on this side of town? Just go here, man. You need make no further decisions.
The restaurant is in a former auto garage (the window opens up in the summer), and is family staffed by friendly folks. (The fact that the guy behind the counter looks a little like Viggo Mortenson in History of Violence doesn't hurt, either, if you're into that sort of thing.)
The food is mildly experimental for a sandwich place, with goat cheese and artichokes and other could-be-froo-froo ingredients, but at its heart they're about providing filling, stick-to-your-ribs meals.
They have old standards (roast beef, chicken) for everyone. And each sandwich is delicious - really nice bread, tasty soup, fresh ingredients. It's the kind of place where when someone asks, "What's good?" you can point randomly at the chalkboard menu and feel 100% assured that it IS good.
If you like the ingredients, you'll like the sandwich.
It is nothing fancy, of course - but if you're a true foodie you don't need fancy, you need tasty. And it's good to the last crumb, man.
(One warning, though: I asked for a chai. I got a cup of lava that left my tongue feeling stripped and raw for three days. Check your coffee before drinking, because you'd think the Human Torch was working that espresso machine.)
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