subwayz

me and my pal Elyse have been having a war of words regarding the subway sandwich shop chain. apparently awhile back i made some sort of half-hearted endorsement of said chain, and now elyse has brought it upon herself to remind me via text messages how disgusting subway really is. now, i don’t even remember making this endorsement, and if i did i probably meant it in relationship to other utterly disgusting fast-food options such as macdonalds or burger king, perhaps in the same way i’d endorse a sunburn over hot-acid burns.
but come to think of it, subway is a bit of a guilty pleasure, falling into the same category of motel 6. it’s not that i particularly like either, but being one who travels often, i do appreciate their predictable consistency when rolling into some truck stop of a town late at night after driving for hours on end. it’s really an internal conflict; I love finding funky old motels and mom-and-pop diners, and am saddened by the fact that they are slowly going extinct because the big chains are muscling them out, but at the same time, playing “funky motel roulette” at 1:00 am after driving 600 miles can lead to horrific ends, as can ordering the wrong biscuits and gravy from the wrong greasy spoon diner. I have found some amazing motels out there, but I’ve found some frighteningly disgusting ones as well. for every Wigwam Motel or El Rancho Hotel (two of the most amazing places on earth), there are also dives I’ve stayed at that are dingier then I care to recall here.
so while I’ll maintain my appreciation for a fast-food chain that has items such as (gasp) fresh vegetables, I’ll agree with Elyse that Subway ain’t no Joe and Aggie’s Cafe or Frontier Restaurant. (and perhaps elyse will even grab me a stack of Frontier post-cards while she is in the ABQ).