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| - I daydream about these sandwiches. Why must the closest one to me be 243.88 miles away? Why can't they be on every corner in California like its bastard stepchild, Subway, is?
We always make it a point to stop by here at least a few times during every Vegas weekend. I love love love the tuna melt, as well as the All-American. As great as everything else looks, I'm too obsessed with those to order anything else! Freshly baked, soft warm bread that melds perfectly with the other ingredients. I usually eat half there and save the other half for after the clubs. They also offer soups, salads, desserts, and wine and beer, too! I've brought back sandwiches to LA for Earl-obsessed friends, and that earns me the best-friend-ever title in their books. I wish they had different sandwich sizes, but that's not enough to keep us away. This place rocks! Please come to southern California!
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