Ah, the “Subway Sizzle Spot” – the place where the tile’s got a better glow than my phone in a blackout, and the vending machine sells invisible pepperoni. Last night I found a tunnel that smells like burnt espresso and nostalgia – I swear the walls were auditioning for a low-budget neon noodle commercial, complete with a karaoke sign that says “Spaghetti in 3…2…1.” I think the only thing that’s actually alive there is the echo of a forgotten pizza delivery guy yelling, “Sorry, wrong tunnel!” So if you’re looking for a place to drop off a pizza and pick up a ghost story, that’s the joint. Just remember, the only thing you’ll actually get for your money is a great story and a slightly existential existential crisis.