An excerpt from a longer review...
"Traffic at the tiny window was steady while I waited. The guy rotated between handling cash and going back to the griddle to prep la nourriture. I'm all for multi-tasking, but I'm not sure if he washed his hands in between. About once every ten minutes, the would call out orders. People practically ran to the window to fetch their gold packages. I watched as one customer unwrapped his sandwich and sunk his teeth into the English muffin. The scrambled egg, melted cheddar, pickles, aioli and hot sauce dripped out from the corners of his mouth. It looked like a sandwich dreams were made of--striking a balance between greasy and glam.
Twenty minutes went by. The guy came to the window again and called out an order. Two people who had ordered after me went up to collect their gold packages. I was getting a little peeved. But, at the 30-minute mark, my solo sandwich finally arrived. I carefully folded back the gold foil, observed the thin sandwich, and took a big bite..."