The Original Sandwich Shoppe

I was experiencing that dreaded feeling of city explorers everywhere: I had been walking for hours, I needed to eat soon, before I devolved into a cranky mess, I was getting so tired and hungry that I was approaching making poor decisions, and that lovely, age-old idea of walking around and just choosing a dinner spot that would turn out to be amazing was just not happening. I also didn't want to spend a ton of money, and I was in the West Village (yikes). And then, across the street, I spotted the Original Sandwich Shoppe, a-glow in its halo. I walked in to find a simple sandwich menu with reasonable prices, plain tables I wouldn't mind lingering at, and two jolly owners, maybe husband and wife?, having fun bickering together. I ordered a sandwich and sat down and enjoyed the atmosphere. The cashier seemed to be a little slow and somehow created a line of people even though there were only two other couples besides me, but otherwise, it was just what I wanted.