It's freakishly nice out in New York today, so I took advantage and ran down to Banh Mi Saigon to grab one of their cheapo sandwiches. They were, of course, completely slammed when I got there and handed me a number for my place in line, something I'd never experienced there before. I found a spot to linger at in the back and heard the next number being called - 26. What? Mine was 101, but there were only 10 or so other people in the store and on the benches out front. After a few minutes of shuffling about anxiously, I realized the numbers were out of order, got my order and booked it out of there before I started thinking too hard about what exactly "Men's" Pocky could mean.
4/10
