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Subway is an example of a once good thing being ruined by success. The bean counters with their economies of scale took over and quality naturally suffered. Have you heard the radio spots where at the end the announcer says, "Subway is owned by Doctor's Associates" or some such thing? What the hell is that? Ohhhh, it's owned by DOCTORS. It must be good for you.
Let me tell you something: There aren't many businessmen who pinch a penny with a tighter fist than doctors do. That's a fact.
I watch with wistful nostalgia when the 'sandwich artist' at my local Subway takes out that wrapped, weighed, portion-controlled, translucent meat wafer and mashes it on the bread like it was about to scamper away.
Back in the day, my friends, a Subway shop was a rare sight. We had a Sobik's here and there, but only one Subway that I knew of. It really was a treat to go there. Watching them make the sub was like being at Shakey's Pizza (What? Yes, Virginia, there was pizza before Pizza Hut.) If you wanted roast beef, they grabbed a handful of beef and spread it lovingly across the bread like a satin sheet on your honeymoon bed. Okay, that's the nostalgia talking, but my point is it was all that a sub should be.
My boss back then had grown up in Connecticut, or so I seem to recall, anyway she knew the founders of Subway. According to her, they were just Ben & Jerry type guys who originally called their shop the Pink Submarine. I bet that place had great subs!
Down the road from where I live, about fifty miles, is a tiny mom & pop (actually mom & daughter) sub shop that only sells one kind of sub, Italian. You can have it hot or cold, half or whole. That's it. No other choices. They have no advertising. A lousy location. No place to sit down. And only canned drinks. They have been in business for FORTY YEARS! Three generations of that family have been provided for by that one Italian sub. How do they do it? It's a great sub! The customers beat a path to their door.
Well, that's it. My biennial post. Give me a couple of years and I'll try to think of something else to say.
Type 7
Let me tell you something: There aren't many businessmen who pinch a penny with a tighter fist than doctors do. That's a fact.
I watch with wistful nostalgia when the 'sandwich artist' at my local Subway takes out that wrapped, weighed, portion-controlled, translucent meat wafer and mashes it on the bread like it was about to scamper away.
Back in the day, my friends, a Subway shop was a rare sight. We had a Sobik's here and there, but only one Subway that I knew of. It really was a treat to go there. Watching them make the sub was like being at Shakey's Pizza (What? Yes, Virginia, there was pizza before Pizza Hut.) If you wanted roast beef, they grabbed a handful of beef and spread it lovingly across the bread like a satin sheet on your honeymoon bed. Okay, that's the nostalgia talking, but my point is it was all that a sub should be.
My boss back then had grown up in Connecticut, or so I seem to recall, anyway she knew the founders of Subway. According to her, they were just Ben & Jerry type guys who originally called their shop the Pink Submarine. I bet that place had great subs!
Down the road from where I live, about fifty miles, is a tiny mom & pop (actually mom & daughter) sub shop that only sells one kind of sub, Italian. You can have it hot or cold, half or whole. That's it. No other choices. They have no advertising. A lousy location. No place to sit down. And only canned drinks. They have been in business for FORTY YEARS! Three generations of that family have been provided for by that one Italian sub. How do they do it? It's a great sub! The customers beat a path to their door.
Well, that's it. My biennial post. Give me a couple of years and I'll try to think of something else to say.
Type 7
I don't think the people there have any taste buds if they can eat that stuff.