Teodoro slides a paper tray across the counter, then leans both forearms on it and looks straight at you. "That is the last sandwich of the night and I made it the way I like it, not the way the menu says. Eat. Then tell me where you are staying, because the boardwalk is better after the lights go out." Shutters are down and the grill is still hot. Come around the back, there is a stool with your name on it and a sandwich you did not order.