Subway sandwich
January 16th, 2007 by jadeite
It is depressing, so to speak, to crave for the perfect Subway six-inch sub the whole day, and then be served a sub-standard sub when it comes to the crunch.
Puns somewhat intended.
My perfect sub, as I have often and annoyingly constantly reiterated, is a six-inch cold cut trio set atop honey oat bread, and loaded with two slices of cheese. Not toasted, because toasting dries out the bread. Lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, and EXTRA ONIONS, EXTRA OLIVES. AND YOU, SUBWAY STAFF GIRL, WHEN I SAY EXTRA ONIONS AND EXTRA OLIVES, ESPECIALLY WITH MY EYES BUGGING OUT OF MY HEAD, IT MEANS THAT THOSE FOUR PATHETIC OLIVES AND SPRINKLE OF ONION JULIENNES ARE NOT BLOODY ENOUGH. AND BY EXTRA, I MEAN A WHOLE GENEROUS HEAPING, NOT TWO MORE OLIVES AND ONIONS.
In the end I gave myself up to the indignity of an imperfect sub because repeating “er, EXTRA olives EXTRA onions please” twice made her give me an evil waitress eye, so I decided to live with the sad sub.
At least she made up for it with lashings of red wine vinaigrette and sweet onion sauce, even though she neglected to ask if I wanted salt and/or pepper. BUT. When I bit into the sub. The ham was still FROZEN. Cold and layered with little flakes of ICE.
*SULK*