Submarines belong in my stomach

I ordered a three foot party sub from Vg’s this past Friday for Sunday pick up

Yes, I may have been at the bar when said sub was ordered

Yes, I may have called the deli worker “Deli Dan” when I placed my order

Yes, I may have been drinking

But who cares? I ordered the most delicious Italian sub from VG’s in a monstrous quantity. Truthfully, these subs must be at least 2 feet or longer because otherwise you miss out on the awesome French bread.

When I picked up my yard of sandwich, my mother told me I was crazy (as did everyone else I told of my sandwich) and also said there’s no way I could eat it all.

That sounded like a challenge.

Layers of provolone cheese, salami, and ham are stacked on a loaf (yardstick) of French bread freshly baked by the VG’s bakery. Add to that the lettuce that’s somehow more delicious in shredded form, tomatoes, and red onions. It has to be red onions- I think that’s the secret to the sub’s deliciousness. Well, that or the oregano mix that works so well with the vinegar.

It’s 8:12 am and I’ve already eaten my breakfast sub, yet I’m drooling all over again at the thought of lunch’s sub!

Another key to this sub, in my opinion, is how you cut the sub. Maybe it’s because every open house or picnic I’ve ever been to has cut in one-inch sections, but I really believe the sandwich tastes better that way. Besides, doesn’t everyone always feel better eating smaller portions? Never mind that I go up for seconds, thirds, fourths, and even fifths of the one-inch wonder!

As of today, Tuesday morning, I’ve got 1.5 feet of sub to go.

I won’t lie; I did share at least 6 inches of sub with my friend.

I won’t lie again; I totally ate at least 6 inches of sub before my friend came over so I wouldn’t look like a pig, which is kind of ridiculous because COME ON! I ordered a 3 foot party sub for myself!