Wicked Attitude

I’m a fan of Italian subs and I’m always up for trying someplace new.  Our friends told us Penn Station subs were really good.  So we drove about 20 minutes away to the closest one to us.  I stayed in the car while the manus went inside.  I asked for a small Italian sub and fries and asked for ketchup.  He got a chicken cordon bleu.  I’m all for freshness and such but he was in there long enough for them to kill, cure, slice and cook the animals as well as grow the potatoes.  Halfway to our destination to “picnic” he tells me he forgot ketchup and got me a regular sized sub.  It put a twist in the underoos.  It took 3 bites before I could get to the meat.  Then when I did I regretted it.  I don’t purposely eat salted foods, I mean I know sodium is in everything but I don’t use salt.  It tasted like a salt lick.  I couldn’t even eat all of it.  I had a fry and they were fine but I still had said knot in underoos so I kept them in the bag.  Hubby said he’s never had a more tasteless sub in his life.  We both got their “fresh squeezed” lemonade and it was good and tart.  (Think a tart lemon shake up from a fair)  So $21 later we crossed another place off our list of places to go.