Year of Eating Differently (77): Cafe Dolce, Wardour Street

Another 45 minutes lost in the post office trying to mail a bicycle part to Germany. And thence down Wardour Street to Cafe Dolce, tucked away on Wardour Street behind St Anne's Court.
On the downside, service is a bit rushed because it's packed here at lunchtime, and the selection of sandwiches was limited to one panino. If I'd had time to stay, there was a huge variety of pastas, sausage and mash and so on that would outclass Malletti (particularly now that the pizza captain / project manager / overseer at Malletti has gone off to have a baby and their QA has dropped).
On the upside - they do what looks like a monumentally good roast chicken sandwich, the guy serving me looked like a white haired hitman and the waitress in charge of building sandwiches and operating toasters had three stars tattooed on the inside of her right wrist - what does all that mean?