Thursday, January 15, 2015

The Misinterpretation Of A Subway Order




It’s quite interesting how life tells you that it’s time for a change. Even towards to the simplest things like time to change the places where you order you sandwiches. I read an article on Buzzfeed about a list of things that New Yorkers should stop doing. One of the things it said was to stop ordering sandwiches at Subway. If you want a real sandwich, take yourself to a local deli where owners actually put passion in the sandwiches they make.

I definitely agreed with the article, but due to my busy college life, I didn’t make the effort to make the adjustments. That is, until life decided to do it to me by accident.

One day, I rose up from the subway train in TriBeCa, heading over to campus to start the only afternoon class I had that day. Knowing my ways, I thought I was going to be able to survive skipping lunch after having nothing but coffee and cereal for breakfast. My stomach thought differently and beginning rumbling like a drummer high on caffeine and speed pills. I tried to resist, but I knew I had to grab something to eat. The majority of eating spots around my campus are fast food places. There are a few delis and diners here and there, but you have to spot them with a critical eye.

I made a left turn and found myself entering Subway.

My orders from Subway were always very simple: a toasted six-inch meatball marinara sandwich with American cheese inside of it. I’ve never eaten anything else from that place except that one sandwich. That’s how I preferred and I like my sandwiches just the way I like it.

When the sandwich got to the toppings section, the woman working asked me if I wanted any toppings. I told her nothing. I liked my sandwich just the way it is. It was in that moment that everything changed. Somewhere in my tongue, the woman thought I said the word “mayonnaise,” and there I saw her add the one thing I don’t like about sandwiches, and put lots of it inside my meatball marinara sandwich. I don’t know about you, but mayonnaise and marinara sauce are not meant to come together.

Long story short, the sandwich was terrible.

Ever since then, I’ve ordered my sandwiches from a deli. I’m not eating meatball sandwiches that much anymore, but at least I get to stay with the classics. I got drunk at a party one night, and came to class hung over with coffee & two eggs on a roll that I ordered from the deli down the street. It was DELICIOUS!


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