Owned and operated by two former Brontë chefs (the restaurant on Sherbrooke Street; not, sadly, some time-traveling personal chefs of Charlotte and Emily), this is not the average sandwich joint. Don’t expect to find chicken salad with inferior mayonnaise here, or sad plastic wrapping that always takes an unreasonable time to unwind; this is like the Platonic form of sandwiches, this is elevating sandwiches to the level they should have been on from the start: treating sandwich-making like an art.

Take the chicken sandwich. This isn’t chicken salad, or even chicken breast stuffed between Wonder Bread; this is chicken confit with a thin slice of crackling, oven-roasted dried tomatoes, house mayonnaise, and lettuce, all on home-made focaccia. So, yeah. Not your pop’s chicken salad sandwich.

Next up: the BBQ pork shoulder sandwich. First of all: BBQ sandwich? Awesome. Second: the BBQ sammie consists of several slices of roasted pork, a balsamic vinegar glaze, oven-dried tomatoes, lettuce and confited orange zest, served on a plain de sal roll. While this won’t meet everyone’s requirements for BBQ, I find the lack of honey-smoked whatever sauce refreshing.

Other options, which would be great with a ($4.50) glass of wine or bottle of beer, include the lamb sausage, wrapped in grilled spring onion flatbread, with eggplant spread, grilled zucchini and roasted red pepper.

Bonus: all the bread is made in-house. Fresh bread is really the secret to any decent sandwich, and it’s easy to dismiss a sandwich based on the quality of bread alone, so this news makes me, well, craving a sandwich.