More nine dollar sandwices
No. 7 Sub offers a cilantro chicken on the menu right now. The price hasn't changed therefore my opinion on the subject hasn't changed either. Eating a $9 sandwich makes me feel good. Like, "Wow, the chicken that's currently in my mouth, it used to be happy and alive. Now it's just a dead motherfucker swirling around and getting chomped by my teeth. Stupid chicken." But for real, the sandwiches are good, although a few dollars too much. When I was a kid, the saying was, "You are what you eat." As if that kind of a slogan would get fat kid like myself to worship napa cabbages instead of bacon sandwiches. As an adult, now mostly I feel like you are defined by what you eat. It's not like if I eat macaroni and cheese along with apple pie, then I would be an American. Or if I went to a Jewish deli everyday, that would make me a Jew. No nothing like that. But the idea that when I look around at the folks in No. 7 Sub... I just don't see kindred spirits. They seem too in charge of their lives and too at ease with a $9 dollar sandwich. Quite frankly, this sandwich place makes me feel inadequate as a man.
So of course I went home and logged onto yahoo to check my fantasy basketball team right afterward. I renamed my team "Neal Caffrey" and dropped Mo Williams for Jason Thompson. Phew. Back in control baby! Because there's nothing like the feeling of inadequacy and then naming your team after a fictional con artist and then picking up a starting power forward that only plays fifteen minutes a game. It was like life's axis was off kilter with the purchase of the sandwich. However I had no problems consuming the cilantro chicken sandwich and some of Steph's meatloaf sandwich. The takeaway from No. 7 Sub is that you gotta be who you really are. Which means I have to eat more donuts and bacon instead of expensive sandwiches. And that my fantasy basketball team needs a better power forward.
No 7 Sub
20 W 29th St.
New York, NY 10001
212-679-2222
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