I stumbled into this unassuming joint lured in by the "submarine" neon sign. In my drunken haze I was determined to eat a tasty sandwich. Upon entering, my two friends and I were greeted by a man with his hands in his pants, & an elderly lady dancing to Elvis on the juke box. A timid Asian lady speaking quiet broken English proceed to take my order. All the turkey was frozen so I was forced to order an assorted cold cut sub. It was a rather large sub, but satisfying in my desperate state. The eatery also happened to sell beer which attracts a questionable crowd. I wouldn't go back sober, but in the end I got what I wanted - a delicious sandwich.