IT WAS CALIFORNIA, 2005. My warehouse employee came over, and he had some Vietnamese baguette sandwiches called banh mi. He'd made an hour-long round trip just to get them.

"What do I owe you?" I asked, picking up one of the cucumber-sized rolls and assessing its delicate deportment.

"Oh, don't worry about it."

This was odd, as he was niggardly in all things. I don't even think he let the barber keep his hair.

"Seriously, how much? This is a nice little sandwich, and I like it."

"Oh... they're like $2.75. Put it on my next paycheck; I'd like to see something left of the decimal for a change."

"Please, do not lie." I pointed at the inspirational picture of George Washington.

"Seriously, man. They're cheap." He pointed at himself.

That afternoon, one of the world's greatest delicacies was forever burned into my memory, along with the magical, haunting phrase, "They're cheap."

Let me backpedal a bit. The trio of ingredients of the basic banh mi are fairly universal: a sweet roll that is both cottony and crisp, pickled vegetables and fresh cilantro, and... a ghastly strip of emulsified hog chine that has been colored by a pinwheel-eyed Juggalo to resemble an eraser. There is often a skid mark of pâté. It is in the skimping of this central protein that the vendor is able to offer his wares for such a humble price, and we—giddy on something beyond the sum of its parts—ignore this obvious transgression. With Double Dragon's ethically vetted roster of meats and produce, this no longer need be the case, and we may move forward with confidence.

My recent introduction to this lunch-only restaurant came in the form of a friend's incredulous, "EIGHT BUCKS FOR A BANH MI?! BUT I MIGHT WANT A FAMILY SOME DAY!" Indeed, it seemed relatively high, but I'm used to paying something like that for decent sandwiches in town. Spurred on by my eye-opening early dalliances with this item, I drove down and ordered a #1—described on the menu as "melted pork fat, charred meatiness" ($7.50). A sign behind the cashier warned of the grease, of the nap I would need, and that a Caucasian from New Jersey was prowling about in the kitchen.

The thing looked good. It was nearly twice the size of a conventional banh mi, and weighed in at 11 ounces. A julienne of bright, tender, pickled carrots and yellow-tinted daikon threatened to burst from the roll, and reassuring sprigs of cilantro peeked happily from their bed. A fine, generous chop of dark caramelized pork was apparent, held in place by a glistening, salmon-pink, gently spiced aioli, a sauce not traditionally seen on banh mi. The eyes having eaten, I took the plunge.

At once the balance of vegetables, the deeply, expertly flavored pork, the perfectly sourced roll—all the pickle and salt and fat—came together in harmonized textural bliss. Seasoned potato chips provided an alternating crunch. A crisp ginger beer washed the palate here and there, making for many fresh starts, while their signature beverage is a sweet, milky tea deeply infused with fresh basil, which makes for a beautiful pairing with the herbal character of the sandwich. It is a simple triumvirate, but a ruling one nonetheless, and a complete sketch of happiness.

Perhaps their finest banh mi is the roast duck ($9.50), which has the tender yield of a confit, fragrant with its spicing of orange, clove, ginger, and pepper. The beef and pork meatball banh mi ($7.50) is their most satisfyingly voluminous offering—the meatballs are large and tender, but the sandwich eats well, and nary a dab of moisture will sully your trouser leg. Chopped BBQ chicken ($7.50) was, well, the thing you get if you go around ordering chicken at a pork restaurant: quite nice, but it couldn't follow the main event, and benefited greatly from the thick five-spice bacon (an excellent but generally unnecessary $1.50 addition to any sandwich). I imagine that the roasted vegetable ($7.50) would as well, but that's beside the point, and its own meltingly tender eggplant, cauliflower, sweet pepper, and caramelized onion payload is as well constructed and hefty as the meaty versions.

Tender palates fear not: All sandwiches start with a faintly spicy baseline, and can be enhanced to taste with the ubiquitous Sriracha. For those who wish to venture further into the menu, a dark shoyu ramen rich with egg and pork ($8.50), silken roasted carrot coconut soup ($3.25/$4.25), and refreshingly acidic jicama slaw ($2.75) are offered. Beer is available for those who would further tempt Morpheus.

Double Dragon's product is that rarest of things: a second impression that exceeded the long-ago love at first sight. In the end there was no errant grease, no nap, and no curious New Jerseyan—just a deep, balanced satisfaction at an entirely fair price.