The Friday (Subway) sandwich treat

After a hard week, I thought I deserved a Friday treat for tonight's dinner. And this was my treat: a disgusting, decadent Subway sandwich. Hearty Italian (?) bread, steak, melted cheese (spicy cheese, whatever that is), olives, pickles, onions, tomatoes, lettuce, sweet pepper, hot pepper, Deli mustard, barbecue sauce and I think that is all. The secret for a good sub sandwich if you have steak as your main filling is the olives and the mustard I think. And something spicy for good measure. It looks disgusting, but it is actually delicious, even though I am sure I will regret taking such a high amount of calories in one go.

We can say whatever we want about Subway, but the local one is actually a little gem in its own way. It is by far the best every Subway I ever been to. I was going for Subway food in two occasions when I was living in Québec: 1)I was starving and desperate for food and 2)I was drunk at the end of a night out and needed something to sponge the beer. For me, Subway serves food for the drunks. The local one, interestingly enough, closes at 9:00PM, which for me is the strangest thing. Maybe that's why it's such a good one: their clientele is not mainly composed of drunkards. What makes the big difference here is the staff: they are friendly, warm, even helpful. As far as submarine sandwiches go, the staff is enthusiastic even sometimes about them. Far from the bored drones we usually have in ours (I mentioned them here), who do the absolute minimum. The guy at the counter even made me taste a slice of pickle to make sure I'd like it! Just for the customer experience, I feel less guilty about eating that disgusting, greasy, yet delicious sandwich.

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.