The pretty good: The newish Luke’s on the Upper West Side, where we stopped for a fast lunch on the way to Fairway to shop for a dinner party and where the one downside was seeing how more than one other patron somehow grew to adulthood without knowing you are supposed to chew with your mouth closed (I felt sad for the baby strapped to the chest of the mom out with hubby and in-laws: doomed). We timed it well and got stools at the weirdly configured counters on that sleety/rainy afternoon, and the crab and lobster rolls were almost too richly satisfying. I would have been happy with only half of one although I had no problem helping eat the two $1 bags of chips, and tasting the tiny chocolate whoopie pie. Both sandwiches were overloaded with nothing more than meat, a tiny bit of mayonnaise and a splash of butter, on warm buns. And each was a deal, $10 for crab, $15 for lobster. WIGB? For lobster for sure. I’d forgotten Maine crab means stringy Jonah. 426 Amsterdam Avenue near 80th, 212 877 8800.