The pervading sentiment is "if you don't see it, we don't have it." Fortunately, the menu is some 40 sandwiches long.
Or unfortunately. I spent about five minutes looking that menu up and down, while the sole sandwich-maker silently cleaned his station, before falling back on what seemed to be a semi-permanent posted special, as well as the most expensive of the lot: Il Capitano ($11.50, plus $1 for focaccia, plus tax, plus a little something for the tip jar). In addition to tuna — my choice, in preference to prosciutto — fresh mozzarella, Italian baby onions, olive paste, and sweet peppers, it was graced with a healthy thatch of arugula. Watching the counterman prep my order, I saw the knife that chopped the onions wiped clean on the mozz; waste not, want not. As bits and pieces spilled out of my loosely constructed Capitano, I took that sentiment to heart, too.
105 Sullivan St. (Spring-Prince Sts.) (below, it's the little storefront to the left)
Closed after 5:30 and on Sunday