for this ‘wich, i had to trek to the outskirts of queens, transferring between two subway lines and a bus route, and i still have NO idea what’s going on with this indian triple-decker. the grilled bread is fine, but not particularly memorable. the boiled potato slabs are nicely salted, but rote. but then there’s a coriander chutney, raw bell peppers, and raw onions! say wha–?! this confusing contrast of textures and flavors would be intolerable, except for one thing: i like to eat my onions raw. there, i said it. you can throw me in the culinary slammer now.