I'm finding that weather affects my sandwich choices more than any other factor.
How else to explain my having eaten the majority of my lunches at the diner next door for the last month? Rather than bundling up for the long trek across the street, I've instead opted for the grilled cheese or BLT at Friends at nearly every opportunity. My thought process is this: I am cold. Where is the closest place to get warm food? The vending machine? No. Friends? Yes, sold.
Being scarfless, that changed today. Somewhere amid the weekend's holiday shop-a-thon, my scarf disappeared. Too much putting it on and taking it off transitioning from chilly streets to crowded hell-box stores, it seems. So, when it came time for lunch, I agreed to make the trek to Subway since the sidewalk-based low quality goods dealer was on the way. I think of him like if Walmart was just one guy with a table's worth of merchandise. His wears span all manner of assorted Chinese-exported what-have-you.
The sidequest proved to be a mistake; the man only had one scarf for sale and despite Justin's pro-scarf sales pitch, I wasn't convinced I wanted it.
Scarfless and cold, I made it to Subway, where I got their Seafood Sensation 6". My compatriots viewed the mixture of fake crab and mayo with fear and disgust, which I wasn't expecting. Is imitation crab, or krab, really so bad? I suppose it's not for mayo-haters, being that it's essentially fish and mayo, packed into flakes and dressed with more mayo. But I still trust it more than Subway's vaguely named veggie patties. Those don't even look like food.
With olives, banana peppers, tomatoes, and salt and pepper, my Seafood Sensation on wheat was decent. Not satisfying or all that tasty, but acceptable. It certainly wasn't worthy of its hyperbolic name. Miley Cyrus and The Jonas Brothers are sensations. This was merely a sub-par sandwich.
How else to explain my having eaten the majority of my lunches at the diner next door for the last month? Rather than bundling up for the long trek across the street, I've instead opted for the grilled cheese or BLT at Friends at nearly every opportunity. My thought process is this: I am cold. Where is the closest place to get warm food? The vending machine? No. Friends? Yes, sold.
Being scarfless, that changed today. Somewhere amid the weekend's holiday shop-a-thon, my scarf disappeared. Too much putting it on and taking it off transitioning from chilly streets to crowded hell-box stores, it seems. So, when it came time for lunch, I agreed to make the trek to Subway since the sidewalk-based low quality goods dealer was on the way. I think of him like if Walmart was just one guy with a table's worth of merchandise. His wears span all manner of assorted Chinese-exported what-have-you.
The sidequest proved to be a mistake; the man only had one scarf for sale and despite Justin's pro-scarf sales pitch, I wasn't convinced I wanted it.Scarfless and cold, I made it to Subway, where I got their Seafood Sensation 6". My compatriots viewed the mixture of fake crab and mayo with fear and disgust, which I wasn't expecting. Is imitation crab, or krab, really so bad? I suppose it's not for mayo-haters, being that it's essentially fish and mayo, packed into flakes and dressed with more mayo. But I still trust it more than Subway's vaguely named veggie patties. Those don't even look like food.
With olives, banana peppers, tomatoes, and salt and pepper, my Seafood Sensation on wheat was decent. Not satisfying or all that tasty, but acceptable. It certainly wasn't worthy of its hyperbolic name. Miley Cyrus and The Jonas Brothers are sensations. This was merely a sub-par sandwich.
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