Fresh focaccia, imported Italian products stacked everywhere, espresso energy, and sandwiches built with absolutely no respect for moderation. Prosciutto hanging out of the bread, pistachio cannoli appearing in the display case, people walking out carrying giant sandwiches directly to the beach.
The place is small, busy, and constantly smells dangerous in the best way possible. People keep obsessing over the sandwiches, especially the fresh-cut meats, homemade focaccia, and the fact that everything tastes suspiciously un-Aruban for Aruba.
Order extra napkins immediately. Also: this is perfect beach picnic material if you manage not to eat everything in the car already.