The OP - your rant is not cohesive nor does it flow properly. I’m not sure what you are ranting about. I think you need to work on your outrage skills.
(62 grams of fat in a tuna sub?!? Holy shite! I thought tuna was healthy! I guess not so much when you mix it 1:1 with mayo.)
Pizza submarino? How fucked up. If you want pizza buy a pizza. If you want a submarine/grinder/hoagie/po boy buy a s/g/h/p. By even concerning yourself with chimeras like the one you describe, you are dooming yourself to a lifetime of unhappiness.
Some locations are no longer carrying it - they appear to be phasing it out. You can’t get it any more at our nearest Subway, under whatever name (incidentally, it’s “seafood and krab” - prevents them from charges of false advertising, you know; I mean, who knows wtf a “krab” is?) - we asked the employees and were told it’s off the menu (at least at that store), not that it had a new name.
And to come back to the topic/OP - yeah, that’s some load to be carrying around for 2 1/2 years… :rolleyes:
They put way more tuna on a tuna sub than I would on a tuna sandwich. Those two ice-cream scoops on a six inch are probably double what I would do at home. Plus it’s considerably gloppier, which indeed suggests they use way too much mayonnaise.
Yeah, my normal lunch, a whopping 650 calories and 2.5g of fat, contains tuna some days. It’s the mayo that gets you. Luckily, I left cheese off the sub! :rolleyes:
Could be worse, though. My friend computed his standard Wendy’s lunch: 100g of fat and over 2000 calories.
I’ve worked at a Subway. The tuna is disgusting. It comes in a massive (like, ten pound, or something) can. You open the can, squish all the nasty tuna juice or whatever out. Then you plop it in a bowl, take a massive container of mayo, and just dumb a metric buttload* in, and knead it all up with your hands (wearing gloves).
*Metric buttload is, in fact, the technical term for the amount of mayonaisse used.
To answer point by point:
2 1/2 years: the reason I hadn’t already Pitted him is that it was so lame I couldn’t be bothered for 2 1/2 years, but I’m reminded of it every time I think of a pizza submarino or I run into an example of service employee over-zealousness.
His relativele femme-ness: no, he wasn’t really swishy, but neither was he macho. He was sort of a neuter Disney corporate Rah-Rah type person. I called him a Drama Queen cause he seemed genuinely disappointed that I was going to walk out of there without buying something from the Company He Worked At. Most assistant managers wouldn’t care as much, let alone someone without a Special Tag on his lapel.
What he offered: I don’t remember exactly what he offered. I think it was just a reiteration of what I had already looked over on the menu, then and a dozen other times that I had cruised past the drive-thru seeing that their menu didn’t offer pizza submarinos before I walked in to see if it was on their inside menu. If I had my heart set on a pizza submarino I would expect at least a bit of commiseration. He wasn’t rude at all but his insistence on selling me something was off-putting, especially since I had already made my mind up to leave.
What I said: No, I didn’t say I WANT A FUCKING PIZZA SUBMARINO. IIRC, I listened to him, then realized that all of what he was offering was neither not on the menu nor would taste like a pizza submarino, then I said “actually, what I want is a pizza submarino,” then maybe said a few more words then left.
Now, both that phrase and the alternative phrase he could have uttered that others here think that I would also reject, “nope, sorry, we don’t carry that anymore,” are phrases whose subjective nature is immensely determined by the way in which they are said. He could have uttered his phrase nicely, (but he didn’t even try that act of conciliation,) and I could have uttered my phrase in a joking way which would leave out the worst of the sarcasm. But since no one was there to see and he didn’t offer his phrase, the analysis is meaningless.
Ha! 