So Long Subway!

Lunch is always a challenge for me.  I try to bring my lunch with me but there's just times when we don't have leftovers or I don't want to eat them.  And for those days, my go to restaurant is Subway.  Oh I love Subway!  There's one a couple blocks from my office and I eat there once a week unless I'm on vacation or out of town for work.  The ladies who work there know my order.  BMT on flatbread, toasted with American cheese, pickles, and one squirt of light mayo.  Every once in awhile I get crazy and change it up, but not usually.  I don't have a change-it-up personality.

But my new diet says that I can't eat at Subway.  Not entirely true, I guess.  I could get a salad, but I probably won't.  Not a salad eater.  Besides, I don't really want to go into the store and smell fresh baked bread and then not be able to eat it.  Talk about torturous!  But I feel like I should go there one last time and explain to them why I can't come back.  What if they miss me?  Surely they'll be worried, right?  And I'll miss them knowing what I want.  It's kind of nice to not have to say my order every time.  Arby's doesn't know my order.  Neither does Taco Bueno.  They're like friends to me at Subway.  My once a week, sandwich making friends.

I'm really hoping that the fine people at Subway come out with gluten free bread (HINT, HINT, HINT) as I know I'm not the only one who'd eat it.  If that happened, I'd probably just buy my own restaurant and eat at it everyday so I could at least get some of my money back.  But until that day, no Subway.

So today I'm saying so long Subway!  I'll miss you.