Oh you can get hot sandwiches too. That's pretty much New York's only reason for existing. Egg and cheese on a bagel or croissant. Chicken parm sub. Calzones are sandwiches too, right?

In SF a Banh Mi is assuredly going to come right out of a toaster piled high with veg and meat. There are a few other places around that'll toast your sammie and drown it in Italian dressing (Sub Center with your obnoxiously sexist staff and delicious meatball sandwiches I'm looking at you).

Or, you know, Quizznos.

One can only do so many three-margarita lunches before a performance review is due.