Friday treats

I didn't have sandwich at lunch time, like I usually do, I had pizza instead, as there was some free from a big, big buffet at work. So I had pizza leftovers and room temperature Coca Cola. But tonight, as I didn't want to cook anything, I had sub sandwich from, well, Subway. With more Coca Cola.

I have ambivalent feelings about Subway. I discovered it in the 90s, it was the big thing for students in Montreal and Chicoutimi, especially after a night of drinking, or if one was feeling lazy on a weekday and didn't want to make dinner. Depending of the franchise restaurant (if one can call it a restaurant) and the competence of the staff, I could get a decent sub or something absolutely disgusting. My brother PJ once purchased one during the ice storm of 1998. The guy at the till sprayed salt and pepper on... the middle of the sub. So as my brother said, it tasted "nothing, nothing, nothing, salty/peppery, nothing, nothing, nothing." That was the case of most of my experiences with Subway: greasy, oily, salty, overstuffed sub sandwiches. But tonight I was hungry and tired, so I gulped the usual steak sandwich I have there, with various mustard and lots of stuffing. And I enjoyed it.