The lamb itself was pretty good, more tender than it looks. The lady making my sandwich picked up a goddamn whole leg of lamb off the counter in front of her and just started hacking pieces off. But you’re right on one front: they are too big, too chunky, and the soggy bread just made for a kind of cattle-call experience I felt pretty gross about. We also sat upstairs where it would be kind to refer to the ambiance as “church basement”. Not the fun church basements, either. The more I think about it, the more I can’t imagine a circumstance where I’d ever go back.