My First Trip to Subway
I popped up to Leeds to see the Aussies get flogged by the Kiwis in the Rugby League on the weekend and on my way out to the ground I stopped at a Subway sandwich shop to grab something to eat. I’ve never eaten at Subways before. To be honest, the smell of the place puts me off. But the adjacent Maccas and Burger King were jammed solid and I needed something quick to line the stomach before the mandatory pre-match beers.
Now, I don’t know about you, but when I go to a fast food outlet I don’t really want to put my mind into gear. I just want to point at a picture on an illuminated sign, hand over my money and wait a few seconds for the chosen item to be taken off the heated silver tray behind the cash register and popped it into a paper bag. It’s quick, it’s fuss-free and it’s all over before I have time to consider just what sort of crap I’m putting into my body.
The good folk at Subway Leeds, however, do things differently. I’d barely had time to point to the picture of an Italian BLT before I was harassed about what kind of bread, toppings and sauces I wanted. When I said I didn’t know the girl behind the counter got snappy and said ‘I’ll put everything on it then!’
I didn’t want everything though. I just wanted an Italian BLT like the one in the picture. OK, I knew from experience that it would be smaller and not so generously filled with toppings as the one in the picture, but it would be a rough approximation of a BLT that tasted Italian. That wasn’t going to happen if this girl kept shovelling in jalapenos and mayonnaise. So I told her I didn’t want it any more.
The manager was called over and when she asked me what the problem was I told her that I was being made to make too many choices. I just wanted an Italian BLT like the one in the picture – the one they’d doubtlessly paid an international chef a shed-load of money to come up with. She said that Subway was all about choice and if I wasn’t prepared to choose what I wanted to go into my Italian BLT then she would have to give me my money back.
All I can say is thank God for the guy selling pork rolls out at the ground. When I asked him if there was any apple sauce he shoved the roll at me and told me to be thankful for what I’d be given.
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November 30th, 2005 at 12:34 pm
Mate, Subway is all about choice. Not bad value too if you don’t get suckered into one of their upsells. The trick is to get their daily specials (£2) and not buy anything else, but ask them to put ALL the extras on. Then you get quite a bit of food for you money. Reasonably healthy to boot.
November 30th, 2005 at 8:31 pm
Well, then there’s Subway in Perth, Australia, and this Kiwi thought she’d died and gone to heaven first time she tasted it however … your anti choice protest somehow seems reasonable here.
But anyway, my point, and there is kind of one … the Belgians are mad about subway-like sandwiches. It’s their ‘thing’ … and they do it ever so well. I can’t imagine Subwaying ever again … not before rugby, not when in Perth, not even with green eggs and ham …
December 1st, 2005 at 1:04 am
you should of given her a foot long
December 1st, 2005 at 4:28 pm
haha. i totally know what u mean. subway is mentally exhausting. when i want to grab something quick it’s never from subway.
February 15th, 2006 at 12:44 pm
Finally!! Someone who agrees with me that Subway smells terrible! Subway is where I go to make myself not want to eat…..
March 1st, 2006 at 3:34 am
You must be a f*****g idiot. The breads are right there, the condiments and salads are right there infront of you. How hard would it be for you to take a look and see which of them you wanted? The frustrated employee must have been incredulous when you were asked the perfectly reasonable question of what you wanted on your sandwich and you, the grinning retard, replied with: “Uh me no know what me want on um sandwich. Me just wants whats on the picture.” Jesus, I never heard of anyone being too stupid to order a sandwich. Get a grip, you f*****g spastic.
March 1st, 2006 at 7:57 am
Hey Ciaran – In my defence, it was my first visit to a Subway and I didn’t realise that’s how it was done. Kind of threw me. And besides, Haven’t you ever wanted *not* to think too hard about what you want?