The namesake arepas are really good, the stuffed-corn-cake cachapas even better, but not anything I’d never seen before. The mysterious club sandwich was unavailable, so they suggested the Pepito instead. And so out comes this monster sandwich, looking like all my North Jersey South-American sandwich dreams come true. They start with a standard medium hoagie roll, but somehow mold, shape, and stuff it beyond the realms of possibility, rolled tightly in wax paper into a perfect tube, landing on the table looking more like a burrito than any hoagie or torta, but really unlike anything I’ve ever seen: wild layers of shredded lettuce tucked behind pink ham and wrapped around warm chunks of cooked chicken and strips of steak. Look around some more and there’s a fried egg, a pile of crispy french fries, avocado, and pink and green sauces coating every surface. Holy mother of God. But is it good? Of course it’s good. Think the best Torta or Cubano you’ve ever had, jazzed up with some Venezuelan love, and crossed with a California-style carne-asada-french-fry burrito.