Never have I regretted something so quickly.
I'm loathe to criticise food too heavily in a world where over one billion people go hungry everyday. It seems menial and unappreciative.
And extremely hard to justify.
But having recently experienced the new Subway snack menu, I feel I should at least warn others about the perils involved in putting one of these items in your mouth.
If we are going to live on the side of the world that has the right balance of precipitation to ensure successful mass crop production, I may as well argue against creating edible disappointment.
The breakfast wrap was a terrible foodstuff to break my fasting with. A sausage, nine baked beans, an egg-slab and a damp, floppy wrap were all shmushed together in a cardboard cone designed solely to coat the entire joyless creation in a filmy paper residue. Perhaps in a last-ditch bid to add some desperately needed flavour.
Regardless of motive, the snack was a terrible waste of the lives of one potential chick, 0.03% of a pig, several tomatoes and a sheaf of wheat.
If you crave disappointment, the new Subway menu won't disappoint; trapping you in a terrible paradox with a bad taste in your mouth.
Conclusion?
Tastes similar to swallowing your pride.




