I've never got meatball subs either I'm afraid.
Then again, there's a bit of the wet bread squickiness there for me in those.
When I worked in the bakery on Saturdays (pre-Cellar! Can you believe it!) the customers would feel cheated if I was off, because I used to cut the sausages in half when I made sausage cobs, and the other girls didn't bother. But that's because it just made sense to me - like not creating a pale yellow cliff of margarine in every sandwich. Bleurgh.
When I was poached from there to go and work at Whizzy Wheels, I still bought breakfast there and asked for what I wanted precisely. They knew me so they were happy to make it to order. Soft white sausage cob, brown sauce, no spread (I refused to call it butter) - and can you cut the sausages in half please? When the newest of the new girls started I decided to get my food from the deli instead. Why? She cut them in half the wrong way. I just couldn't face her again.
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