I have a horrible aversion to chain restaurants. Call me picky, call me a food snob, call me a picky food snob, just don’t call me to dine in one of these soul-less hell holes. Q came up and, in the service of art and fair open mindedness, and under great duress, I consented to dine at Quizno’s, a chain sandwich shop.
The Process:
With dejection, I picked up the phone and placed our order. I made the grave mistake of going onto the Quizno’s website to take a look at the menu. Of course, the one thing that I thought that I could actually eat, the scrambled egg and bacon sandwich, was the one thing they did not serve…Shades of the infamous Fortune Cookie Meal at Pink Dawn detailed a few posts back. No fit this time. I just tried to go with the flow and order something that I might be able to eat. I’m pretty much convinced that Quiznos is serving the poison meat, so one has to be wary.
Poison Meat
OK, OK, I know that the poison meat thing is just in my own head, along with about a million other phobic ideas, but it still makes it really hard to eat weird looking meat based foods. I keep hearing Reagan’s voice repeating that poison meat phrase over and over and over again until I’m nearly ready to drop dead.
The Chow:
The chow is reason one not to visit Quiznos. You’d have to work pretty hard to convince me that I’d need anymore reasons than just the one to forgo another visit. I ordered a bacon and egg sandwich and what came was two pieces of toasted roll with a thin spread of mayo/mustard, about a tablespoonful of chopped boiled egg and a similar about of chopped bacon. I wouldn’t call it a sandwich and I wouldn’t call it lunch. Even Tuna, who usually loves Quiznos, was put off by the sogginess of the beef brisket sandwich. Hula Girl had something with a Hawaiian Island flavor…The Pineapple Poi Sub which was, predictably, gluey, bad tasting and soggy.
The Wrap:
Bread with salt and flavorings does not a sandwich make. The Earl himself is spinning in his grave.
The Rating: 2.0 out of 5.
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