The first job  worked out of high school was a waitress position in a small local restaurant. The pay was deplorable and the hours were crazy. (Some days I was scheduled to work from 10 AM to 2 PM and 5 PM to close on the same day and I didn’t have my own transportation so I was stuck.) The only good thing I remember is that the subs here were really tasty.

On Sunday, my family decided that cooking was out of the question and that we should visit the namesake of the restaurant I worked for, so long ago. My mouth was set for a sub treat. I ordered the hamburger sub, which is the love child of a traditional burger and a submarine sandwich. Our food arrived and my mouth was almost watering for the taste sensation that awaited me. It looked tasty; burger, tomato, lettuce, onions, and mayo on a toasty sub roll. I picked up my sandwich and bit into it expecting a tasty trip down memory lane and was greeted with a hamburger patty that tasted like it had never met a seasoning, let alone salt or pepper. I know that over-seasoning can ruin a burger, but come on. Give me something. I tried to eat it but the disappointment was too great. On the flip side, the french fries, which, when I ordered them, I had little expectation for, were awesome. When the waitress returned, I told her of my plight and she graciously took the offending burger off of my bill. Next time, I’ll get what my son ordered. That looked and tested delicious.