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The elusive “club sub.” Tougher to order than you’d think
Here’s a story about two people who arrived 10 seconds before me – I had to witness this abomination of sandwich decision making.
INT. JERSEY MIKE’S – ORDER COUNTER
An IDIOT COUPLE arrives at the local Jersey Mike’s franchise. The IDIOT WOMAN is about 30 lbs past “hefty,” wearing a too-tight tee-shirt, weathered leggings, socks, and silvery slipper/sandals (seriously, there were silver sequins). The IDIOT BOYFRIEND? is about 30 lbs under “slight,” wearing a logo hoodie, ball cap, heroin jeans, with a wispy chin-tip “beard” and sideburns (wispy – like thin baby hair). Ages are anywhere from early to late-20’s – there’s no way to know for sure.
The couple stand in line, gaping at the posted sandwich menu, blocking the line for any other patrons. They stand there for a full minute – mouths-open, reading the menu. The JERSEY MIKE’S SANDWICH GUY smiles at the couple – he’s pleasant and effective. Poor bastard.
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY
What’ll you have?
(no response)
(a little louder and clearer) What would you like to order?
IDIOT WOMAN (neck at 45 degree angle – still reading menu)
Um… (wait three seconds) Ah… (wait three more seconds) Clubsub! (all at once)
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY
Original size?
IDIOT WOMAN
(looks confused) Um, what are the sizes?
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY (holds-up some bread samples)
Mini, original, or giant (the giant is 15″)
IDIOT WOMAN
(laughing) Oh, I’ll have the big one!
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY
White, wheat, rosemary parm?
IDIOT WOMAN (looks confused)
Is that bread?
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY
Yeah, rosemary parmesan br-
IDIOT WOMAN (quickly)
That one!
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY (to Idiot Boyfriend?)
How about you, what would you like?
IDIOT BOYFRIEND? (waits – more time than needed)
(slowly) Club sub.
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY
Giant?
IDIOT BOYFRIEND?
(nods)
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY
Ok. White, wheat, rosemary parm?
(no response)
(begins repeating) White-
IDIOT BOYFRIEND?
Wheat
At Jersey Mike’s, the sandwich guy uses a deli slicer to cut the meats in real time. Jersey Mike Sandwich Guy makes small talk while slicing the meats and cheeses.
INT. JERSEY MIKE’S – TOPPINGS BAR
Adjacent to the deli slicer are the toppings – those will have to be chosen next…
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY
Ok, do you want that Mike’s Way? (note: “Mike’s Way” includes onions, lettuce, tomatoes, olive oil blend, red wine vinegar and spices)
(no response)
IDIOT WOMAN
Um… (wait three seconds)
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY (patiently)
Have you been to Jersey Mike’s before? Because, if you’re a rookie, you get a free cookie!
IDIOT WOMAN (almost indignant, but she doesn’t have that much pride)
No. I’ve been here before, but he (gestures to Idiot Boyfriend?) hasn’t
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY
Then he gets a cookie!
IDIOT WOMAN
Lettuce, tomato, um…, um…, ah…
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY
That sandwich comes with mayo. And bacon. Would you like those too?
IDIOT WOMAN
Um… ok.
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY (to Idiot Boyfriend?)
Mike’s way?
IDIOT BOYFRIEND?
Um, naw… Lettuce… and…, um…, tomato.
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY
That sandwich comes with mayo and bacon – do you want tho-
IDIOT BOYFRIEND?
Naw.
Jersey Mike Sandwich Guy dutifully completes the sandwiches. The Idiot Couple continue joking and slow-playing the entire process. Eventually they complete their transaction, and sit in the restaurant to eat.
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY (to me)
What’ll you have?
ME (efficiently)
Giant Chipotle Turkey on white (note: my wife and I were sharing – a giant is too big for one person)
JERSEY MIKE SANDWICH GUY (after cutting meats and cheeses)
Mike’s way?
ME
Yes. Plus banana peppers.
Elapsed time: 2 seconds. I pay and leave. Done.
The moral of the story: get your shit together when ordering food – because I’ll be watching. And judging.