The bread was delicious! It was a little sweet; I could have stood it tasting a bit more of rye, but it was serviceable. I knocked points off because, while others at the very same table received a pickle spear with their sandwich, I did not. Okay, technically I could have asked for one, but there was a long line and in the end the wimpy-looking green wedge wasn't worth the hassle...but it's the principle of the thing! Where's the consistency??
But to continue with the sandwich...it was quite moist and flavorful, and though others experienced over-toastedness and slightly chewy meat, mine was pert-near perfect on both counts. The bread was nice and thick, which made it not too soggy, but I do think that contributed to the uneven and over-eager toasting on some sandwiches.
The presentation would ordinarily get a B for being uninspired were it not for the aforementioned pickle fiasco, which scored it a full letter grade lower.
Atmosphere I put at a B. Compared to other places, it was probably less than average, but you can tell at a glance from outside that you're not going into the Ritz, so there wasn't really a letdown. Seating was at a premium.
A few words to the wise: bring your own chair and be sure to powder your nose before you leave the house, as the Ladies' lounge is unlovely and must be reached via a labrynthine, dark, and very cluttered hallway. One wrong turn and you'll be washing dishes til the cows come home.