Ahhh Subway.
I have a love/hate relationship with the place.
It's fast, it's cheap and as far as fast food restaurants go, it's one of least damaging to the waistline.
But really - it's always the same.
That weird smell that you tell yourself is the fresh baking bread.
The plastic gloves.
The pre-measured meat in little plastic bins that comes from who knows where.
I lived in New Zealand for a year. They had Subway there. It was *exactly* the same.
So last week I am on my lunch break running errands and I find myself short on time.
But look! A Subway. My stomach lurched and growled at the same time.
Of course I go, but I am already asking myself why.
I always get the same thing - ham on wheat. But today I say - let's get crazy!
I order an "oven roasted chicken" (a thing that they want you to believe is chicken breast, but I'm pretty sure the words "mechanically separated chicken" would be on the ingredients list....erg.)
on jalapeño cheddar bread, with pepper jack cheese.
When asked "you want it toasted?" of course I say yes - BUT - "could you please put some jalepeños on it first?"
A pause, a blank stare, and then she does it.
Suddenly, the man online in front of me throws up a hand and yells to his gloved soldier - "Put onions on mine before you toast it!"
Hahaha - just you wait and see Subway - I am shaking things up!
It's fast, it's cheap and as far as fast food restaurants go, it's one of least damaging to the waistline.
But really - it's always the same.
That weird smell that you tell yourself is the fresh baking bread.
The plastic gloves.
The pre-measured meat in little plastic bins that comes from who knows where.
I lived in New Zealand for a year. They had Subway there. It was *exactly* the same.
So last week I am on my lunch break running errands and I find myself short on time.
But look! A Subway. My stomach lurched and growled at the same time.
Of course I go, but I am already asking myself why.
I always get the same thing - ham on wheat. But today I say - let's get crazy!
I order an "oven roasted chicken" (a thing that they want you to believe is chicken breast, but I'm pretty sure the words "mechanically separated chicken" would be on the ingredients list....erg.)
on jalapeño cheddar bread, with pepper jack cheese.
When asked "you want it toasted?" of course I say yes - BUT - "could you please put some jalepeños on it first?"
A pause, a blank stare, and then she does it.
Suddenly, the man online in front of me throws up a hand and yells to his gloved soldier - "Put onions on mine before you toast it!"
Hahaha - just you wait and see Subway - I am shaking things up!

