Hell Hath No Fury Like a Toasted Turkey Sandwich
I used to order Subway sandwiches to my apartment probably four times a week. I offer no reasoning, excuses or justifications. It is what it is. Or, at least, was. My Subway spree ended last night as it became evident to both myself and the Pakistani proprietors of the 3rd Ave. Subway that maybe, just maybe, I had had enough. I thought it was bad enough that I have a
Ah, I went to the same subway yesterday. My order? The meatball sub. I rather like the restaurant on 3rd Ave. It’s cleaner than most of the others I’ve visited in the City, and the people who work there are really friendly. And, it’s practically across the street from where I live, so that’s awesome too.
Yeah, you know what?
That subway rocks.
is that guy holding up a skirt???
No, that’s Jared and his jeans.
I hate Subway. The cold cuts always look stale to me. Maybe yours is better.
I discovered the toasted BMT. So delicious. Took me a while to figure out why the hell they call it BMT when it has salami ham and pepperoni — SHP? PHS? Then i realized it refers to the old subway system.. duh.. they’re not even a new york company are they?
I’ve tried Subway’s sandwiches a couple of times and they’re okay but too small. I like to be incapacitated by my sandwiches. A deli will make you a sub big enough to be seen from space and they’re tastier — to me.
Don’t get it twisted – Subway sucks, but they deliver to my doorstep and I am lazy man.
Onto delis…My only issues with a lot of delis is that they feel they need to give you your dollars worth by piling on the meat. You got f’in six inches of meat, then a slice of lettuce, a slice of tomato, what have you. Nah bruddah, that ain’t the stairway to sandwich heaven. The extras, the accoutrements, need to be in a harmonic balance with the meat.
Greatest delis are always Italian delis and the greatest Italian deli if anyone is ever in Santa Monica, CA is Bay Cities Deli (Lincoln Blvd). Putting it out there: greatest sandwich in the fuckin’ world.
Ah yes, laziness. It’s my way of life but for some odd reason I enjoy going out to pick up my food. Probably a result of some childhood trauma.
As for delis, those mile-high subs are the only ones which satisfy me. I have to get all fight club on a sandwhich before taking a bite out of it or it isn’t worthy of taking up residence in my gut. smash smash pound pound bite! And of course those of the Italian variety are among the best and I’m lucky enough to live within walking distance of an excellent one. Next time I’m in Cali, I’ll have to try out one of those subs at Bay Cities. Sounds challenging.
What I find funniest about this story is not that you have a “the usual,” but that you don’t get off your lazy butt to go get this sandwich yourself. :)
Carla –
If you liked that, this shit will further cement my obvious indolence for ya. I pass that very same Subway on my way home for work/gym every single day. I walk right by the fuckin’ place i know i’m gonna order from in an hour’s time! I look in, contemplate stopping, yet i keep walking back to my apartment so i can order.
I’m laughing my ass off right now btw carla.
yeah, carla’s got a point. you are pretty lazy. i contemplated ordering from a mcdonald’s when i used to live about a block away from i, but then always managed to drag my ass down the street.
do you think jared had his subway sandwiches delivered to his house? NO! maybe he lost all those pounds running up and down a seven story walk up.