Next on the list was Subway’s Oven Roasted Chicken sandwich. As many of you recall, I am not the Subway loyalist like most of America seems to be. But considering the fact that they have more restaurants than Chaz Bono has psychiatrists, its only natural to give their grilled chicken a go.
I won’t waste too much time on this sandwich, because it was quite uneventful for me. Probably one of the first meals I’ve eaten in a long time that I went on auto pilot for. Mindlessly munching and finishing the sandwich without even a nary mental note. If we all become robots and eat the mush that seems to be portrayed in youth boarding schools, this is what we’ll eat.