Have you heard? “Subway is for winners” now. I’m not sure how comfortable I feel with that being said. I really can’t overstate the love-hate relationship I have with Subway. Mostly it’s because I’m forced to eat their paper-wrapped cheese and meat that shares the same air as the “seafood sensation” on a near-daily basis. I have to listen to the oh-so appealing sound of mustard being forced out of a squeeze bottle, and there’s just something about watching them pop the bread out of their little molds that makes me want to run for the door. I love the quantity of food you get for five dollars, but I hate wondering (and I can’t help but to always wonder) what kind of animal is in the “cold cut combo.”
Tomorrow’s Forecast: That being said, I adore those damn sandwiches. If Subway is wrong, I don’t want to be right.