The Squeaky Bean is bona fide. Legit. Certainly more than just a sandwich spot. But the sandwiches? Duck confit with roasted apples, fig mustard, roasted onion and fresh mozzarella? Or are you feeling more like a lamb reuben, straight-up except for the inspired bit of lamb insanity? Or how about that Natale, with finnochiona, prosciutto, provolone, peppers, basil, balsamic? Suffering from menu paralysis? Relax, they're all delicious. We know, we tried one of each. Order regret—the sad corollary of menu paralysis for some—cannot happen with such consistent delights. Get whatever you want, you'll be fine. At 33rd and Tejon, a slow downhill roll from dessert at Little Man Ice Cream—but that's for another post.