Mrs. Turkey Sandwich has been talking shit about Atlanta Bread Company for years now. For a long time, I thought that she just meant St. Louis Bread Company and was just getting her cities mixed up. But sure enough, we have an Atlanta Bread Company here in Denver.
A couple notes from my visit:
- They apparently make their paninis ahead of time, which isn’t cool. I asked for the Turkey Club Panini without tomatoes and they couldn’t come through for me on that.
- I’m no interior designer, but the decor is tired. I felt like I was at a hospital cafeteria.
- The menu is pretty limited. The paninis were the most exciting thing on there and that’s not saying much. Besides that, it was pretty much, Turkey Sandwich, Ham Sandwich and maybe a French Dip thrown in. Boring.
I, of course went with the Turkey Sandwich and it was…ok. Decent size, but nothing special. They obliged by toasting the bread, which was cool and the Turkey was a decent quality – but it wasn’t much different than any sandwich I can make at home.
I guess it just goes to show you that people in “THE A-T-L” don’t really know jack shit about making a remarkable sandwich.
When I am hungry, stay they fuck out of my way. And don’t even think about getting in the way of my Turkey Sandwich.
The last two days, I have failed to eat a sensible breakfast and I have been forced to eat a late Lunch. That’s a bad combination.
The result: On both occasions, I absolutely OWNED (devoured) my Turkey Sandwich.
Yesterday: No breakfast and I had to wait for Brianne to bring me a Turkey Pesto from the Walnut Room. I inhaled that SOB. Two minutes easy. And this ain’t no pussy roll of a sandwich.
Today: Early morning meeting (9am is early for me) and then I my Lunch got delayed by my frantic boss who was about to get his ass handed to him by our Board of Directors. The good news is that I was within walking distance from Pat’s and got a Turkey Sand there.
I have a very consistent feeding schedule and when people fuck with, I get very angry.
Truth be told: I have been in a major Turkey Sandwich slump lately. It’s not that I haven’t been craving Turkey Sandwiches, it’s just that I haven’t been been in a situation to have one in recent days. But, with that said – I did eat at least three of them this past weekend.
Today, I was bound and determined to have a Turkey Sandwich for lunch. After some heavy deliberation about trying out a new place in town, I decided to go to an old stand-by, the bottom of the barrel: Subway. At least that’s what people believe is the bottom of the barrel in Denver. All of my co-workers looked at me as the scum of the Earth when I asked if they wanted anything from Subway. Absolutely no takers, which was fine with me since this meant that I could ride my bike to get my sandwich.
And I didn’t go to just any Subway – I went to a GAS STATION SUBWAY. In my book, the Subway hierarchy works like this:
- Stand alone Subway: still crap, but sometimes clean
- Mall Subway: disgruntled high school students, food courts
- Gas Station Subway: total crap, the only thing worse is…
- Truck Stop Subway: avoid at all risk. Stick to the beef jerky.
My Sandwich: Turkey, Swiss, lettuce, onion, green peppers, banana peppers, spinach and ranch dressing on Honey Oat bread.
My Review: A direct quote from me after I ate the sandwich: “I’ve had worse. Not great, but I’ve had worse.”
The Result: I had incredible gas the entire day. Mrs. Turkey Sandwich (who claims that she had a stint as a Sandwich Artist at a Mall Subway) paid me a nice compliment and told me that my gas smelled like the Turkey when they open the plastic bags and dump it in the bins.
Thank you, Subway. It has always been my dream to emit the smell of Turkey from my ass. And because of you, today, my dream came true.
Everyone knows that I have given Pat’s Philly Cheesesteaks here in Denver big time exposure here on the Turkey Sandwich Report. But today, I am questioning my allegiance.
I was in the middle of enjoying my Turkey Sandwich during lunch today and all of the sudden, I got something pretty crunchy. I thought it was skin, since Pat’s uses real Turkey. I pulled it out of my mouth and this is what I found:
Turkey neck? Vertabrae? Cartillage?
But you know what? I’m OK with this. At least they use real Turkey and not the processed shit. I guess this is proof.
I took my lunch to work today. And guess what. After a full weekend of eating Turkey Sandwiches, I got back on that horse and ate another one for lunch. Top that you Son Bitch.
I don’t really like taking my lunch to work. Eating lunch is an event for me and I normally like to go out to celebrate getting through half of the day.
But the real problem is that I normally eat my Lunch way too early and by 3pm I am starving again. It’s rare that I have something to snack on, so when I come home, I absolutely gorge myself with junk. And that’s exactly what happened today. I raided some leftovers that had been hanging around since before the marathon.
My sandwich today finished off the remaining deli Turkey from the Marathon. But DO NOT FEAR. I went to King Soopers last night and got some Maple Roasted Turkey. I looking forward to making on hell of a sandwich with that shit.