Somewhat ironically, the Other Coast Café—whose name is a comment on the East Coast’s smug insistence that it’s the only shoreline that matters—makes overstuffed East Coast-style deli sandwiches.

Most sandwiches here don’t get any more complex than roast beef with horseradish, but there are a few standout signature creations, like the horribly named “Mantooth” (capicola, Swiss, and cherry peppers that are just spicy enough to make things interesting) and the controversial “Ragin’ Cajun.” The latter either gets rave reviews or derision—it’s either the second coming or a turkey sandwich with gloopy chipotle mayo.

There are minor missteps here and there—the Italiano (roast beef, salami, and provolone) sometimes has so much balsamic vinegar that the grape-must vapors overwhelm the thing (and anyway, balsamic vinegar doesn’t belong in a deli sandwich). But generally speaking, Other Coast is a reliable spot for a simple, tasty lunch.

Many of the delis are more pleasant places to eat at than Other Coast. The deli has a reasonably welcoming staff, although a few of them are cocky young kids who act like the customers are crashing their party—but when it gets busy and the line starts to wind its way through the place, things get miserable. During lunch rushes, call ahead, or you might be waiting in line until your kids graduate from college.