Oh sweet, sweet Bay Cities Deli, will you be my Valentine? I know the teacher told me to bring enough Scooby-Doo, or Spider Man, or my personal favorite... Legends of the Hidden Temple... valentines cards for everyone in class... but my love is only for you. Because seriously, when have any of the other kids given me the greatest gift of all... fresh baked bread, Italian cold cuts, and a magical blend of toppings simply known as the works? Side note... if you ever go to a place, and you have the options of getting the works and you don't get it... well, I'm pretty sure you deserve a roundhouse kick to the face... and I wouldn't put it past any of the Bay Cities sandwich gurus from dishing one out. You've got to be tough when you come into Bay Cities... willpower is the name of the game. Because no matter what time of the day you head down to get your Grub on, you'll grab your number... let's say its "72".. and then you start to do some "everyone-who-has-ever-had-this-place-loves-this-place" Bay Cities' math... and that means they're currently on customer "41." And that's where the willpower comes into play. Because at first you play the "how-do-I-move-without-trampling-this-old-lady-game?" and then you realize you're forced right up against the display counter with all their meats, cheeses, salads, and homemade Italian specialties... and now it's time to play the "how-many-slices-of-garlic-bread-and-chicken-parmesan-cutlets-can-I-take-down-before-it's-my-time-to-order? game." Patience my Good Grub constituents... your time shall come, and it will be most worth your wait. Because when your number is called, you'll have to fight off the urge to do your own version of the Goonies Truffle Shuffle. But when you are finally chosen rush to the front to place your order, because the mustached dudes behind the counter mean business (seriously, we think Bay Cities might have finally discovered the perfect facial hair combination to make a most-grub-worthy sub) ... and they will pass your number... and you will deserve it. Our favorite master-behind-the-counter would have to be the one donning the McLovin' name tag, because we always have to resist throwing down a "chicka chicka, yeah, fake ID, fake ID." The consensus sandwich to get at Bay Cities is definitely the God Mother, a geniously crafted sub with layer-upon-layer of Italian cold cuts. But for me, it's the simple turkey sandwich that keeps bringing me back, because there's something beautiful about the clean canvas of a turkey sandwich that let's the Bay Cities' artisan do his magic, sculpting his masterpiece with thin sliced provolone, perfectly sweet and salty Italian dressing, and the topper-of-all-toppers... mixed mild and spicy peppers. When you're done with your sandwich, your belly happy and full, sitting back in the Santa Monica breeze, pondering how long it will take for your mustache to grow out... it finally hits you (if it hasn't already)... life is good but Bay Cities' Grub is better.