Okay, I’ll be brief (especially since I need to do a more in-depth review of another restaurant asap). Here it is. If we met in a dark alley and you were holding a roast pork sandwich from Out the Door, I might just have kick you in the shin, swipe your sandwich, and run away. That’s right, I love Out the Door’s Americanized version of bahn mi so much that I would resort to a life of crime to get one if the opportunity presented itself. Consider yourself warned.
