When I moved into my first apartment in New York – not the university dorms, but a real apartment my sophomore year – it was on East Broadway in Chinatown, and it was tiny, had broken windows, under the Manhattan Bridge with cockroaches crawling over the gas burners at night, and I loved it. Not long after I first moved there my roommate told me about Cheeky Sandwiches, he told me to go down Orchard Street and look for the small white door. I remember the first time I went, it was close to closing time – the end of fall – dressed a bit too light for how cold it was turning. I opened the door and entered, I’ve never looked back.