Disclaimer: all quotes in this article are fictional.
Jimmy John’s. Jersey Mike’s. Subway. For years I have foregone the Michelin-star restaurants, Italian eateries and struggling local delis to throw my money at these large corporate sandwich stores, and I’m not stopping any time soon.
It’s been a hard truth for me to accept, but I’ve slowly grown to appreciate my love for what society widely considers shitty sandwich chains.
It’s no secret that those who purchase their meals at sandwich chains such as Subway are subject to public ridicule and shaming. You may in fact be one of those antagonizers. I myself have been the subject of numerous tweets from Christine Moore, founder of Little Flower Candy Co., urging me to “cease [my] consumerist habits, take a step back, reevaluate [my] obsession, and support small local businesses instead.”
To tell you the truth, I’d rather not, and let me tell you why: There’s nothing more inviting than the scent of rubber toasting in a tiny microwave oven in an 8x8 foot restaurant filled with flimsy plastic tables and chairs with stock photos of vegetables on the walls. It’s a comfort I’ve grown accustomed to, and not one I’m willing to give up for distressed brick walls, lavender-flavored coffee, and $36 mason jars of himalayan pink sea salt.
My journey to Subway and all aforementioned sandwich chains was not an easy one; I was first discouraged from eating said sandwiches by a beloved 4th grade teacher who warned my class that their bread was made from yoga mats. She’s not so beloved anymore.
Friends and family found other ways to dissuade me from indulging in my favorite tasty treats. They cited Subway’s untrustworthiness, pulling out a tape measure every time I ate my sandwich at school and showing me that the “footlong” was in fact not a foot long, but eleven inches.
Years later, I’ve come to realize that the mockery I was subject to was necessary for my growth.
I now confidently stroll into Jersey Mike’s, order a #7 Mike’s Way, and drive away delighted with my purchase and excited to do it again the next day. All the trouble was well worth it.
If you have any questions or concerns or would simply like to know my sandwich order at each of these stores (they all contain turkey, apologies in advance to any vegans or vegetarians), please do not hesitate to reach out.
Jimmy John’s. Jersey Mike’s. Subway. For years I have foregone the Michelin-star restaurants, Italian eateries and struggling local delis to throw my money at these large corporate sandwich stores, and I’m not stopping any time soon.
It’s been a hard truth for me to accept, but I’ve slowly grown to appreciate my love for what society widely considers shitty sandwich chains.
It’s no secret that those who purchase their meals at sandwich chains such as Subway are subject to public ridicule and shaming. You may in fact be one of those antagonizers. I myself have been the subject of numerous tweets from Christine Moore, founder of Little Flower Candy Co., urging me to “cease [my] consumerist habits, take a step back, reevaluate [my] obsession, and support small local businesses instead.”
To tell you the truth, I’d rather not, and let me tell you why: There’s nothing more inviting than the scent of rubber toasting in a tiny microwave oven in an 8x8 foot restaurant filled with flimsy plastic tables and chairs with stock photos of vegetables on the walls. It’s a comfort I’ve grown accustomed to, and not one I’m willing to give up for distressed brick walls, lavender-flavored coffee, and $36 mason jars of himalayan pink sea salt.
My journey to Subway and all aforementioned sandwich chains was not an easy one; I was first discouraged from eating said sandwiches by a beloved 4th grade teacher who warned my class that their bread was made from yoga mats. She’s not so beloved anymore.
Friends and family found other ways to dissuade me from indulging in my favorite tasty treats. They cited Subway’s untrustworthiness, pulling out a tape measure every time I ate my sandwich at school and showing me that the “footlong” was in fact not a foot long, but eleven inches.
Years later, I’ve come to realize that the mockery I was subject to was necessary for my growth.
I now confidently stroll into Jersey Mike’s, order a #7 Mike’s Way, and drive away delighted with my purchase and excited to do it again the next day. All the trouble was well worth it.
If you have any questions or concerns or would simply like to know my sandwich order at each of these stores (they all contain turkey, apologies in advance to any vegans or vegetarians), please do not hesitate to reach out.