Yesterday for lunch, my family went to The Sandwich Spot. The Sandwich Spot is a chain sub shop with fresh ingredients. There are 25 sandwiches that you can order, and you can add or take out ingredients. The location of The Sandwich Spot that we went to was in Santa Monica, California, and it is owned by my friend Maddie’s dad, Jeff.
The 25 sandwich choices were numbered on a blackboard. While I was thinking about which sandwich I wanted to order, I looked around the restaurant with interest.
The back wall was covered in pictures of different people, which were labeled and looked like CD covers. When I asked my dad who these people were and what the pictures were for, he said they were album covers of famous comedians. He pointed out Eddie Murphy, Bob Newhart, and other comedians that he knew about. Whoever decorated the inside of the restaurant must have been obsessed with comedy! The sandwiches were all named after comedians, but they did not have a sandwich named after my favorite comedian, Bobby Oschack! There was also a sign on the drink counter about their Thursday “Comedy Night.” Everything was about comedians!
After scanning the room, I was ready to order. Pointing to number 13 on the blackboard, I asked our patient waitress: “Can I have number 13, the Club Mitch, please?” She replied: “Of course! Would you like everything included?” Off to the side of the huge blackboard was a list of what “everything” meant: mayo, mustard, secret sauce (which turned out to be a garlicky olive oil), lettuce, tomato, onions, pickles, and sweet peppers. “May I please have everything but mayo?” I requested. “OK.” She walked behind the counter to tell the other employee. “Would you like the San Francisco sourdough roll, the wheat roll, or the Dutch crunch roll?” she asked me, coming back out from behind the counter. “Dutch crunch please!” I said. She told me the sandwiches were huge, and even she could not finish them, so I should probably get a half-sandwich. (I think she was wrong, because I could have eaten a whole sandwich.) She asked the rest of my family the same questions, and my dad ordered the Candy Sandie (hot pastrami, roast beef, salami, and provolone). My mom ordered the Samwich (salami, pepperjack cheese, and bomb sauce), and my mom ordered for Tabitha a bacon-only sandwich on the Dutch crunch roll, with tomatoes on the side. Our waitress thought Tabitha’s choice was adorable! After we ordered, we sat down and waited for our food.
Wait! When I thought about it, I decided that I didn’t really want mustard. I raced up to the counter. “Have you made the Club Mitch yet?” I asked the employee who was busy putting together our sandwiches. “Not yet,” she said. Thank goodness, I thought. I asked her not to put on mustard and she said, “OK.” I sat back down at the table after picking up some raspberry iced tea. Time flew by. Lucky for us, the service was friendly and fast, and the employees were helpful and very careful. My sandwich was filled with onions, lettuce, tomato slices, pickles, peppers, and the shop’s secret sauce, more lettuce, more tomato, and loads of bacon and avocado. Yum!
The sandwich was so tall that I almost couldn’t fit it in my mouth! (I have a big mouth!) It was way better than Subway, and I loved it!
Before we left, we paid our check up front, and I asked: “Did the people who signed the wall work here?” The waitress told me that it was just customers who had eaten there since the new owner took over. She asked me if I wanted to sign and gave me an orange marker. I wrote my name in the crowded blur of signatures. If you go there, you should look for my name! (It was very small and orange.)
The Sandwich Spot
3101 Ocean Park Blvd.
Santa Monica, California