Subway sandwiches were always weapons, attacking good sense and healthy digestion. From the freaky Fogle days to now, we’ve suffered from the brand’s blight. We need real sandwiches now more than ever. The bowl reigns supreme. The wrap dominates discourse. So-called salad culture is ascendant. Bread, glorious bread, is the constant target of gluten-free mafiosi. This is not remotely what John Montagu, the 4th Earl of Sandwich, had in mind. Because a truly great sandwich could never be weaponized. These edible grails inspire and sate us through thick and thin.
The Methicist
I am a working actor. You might even call me a thespian. I recently landed a role in an off-beat indie film as “Meth Head #4.” I’m ecstatic. It’s good, honest, union work. While most of my peers were gunning for #1, #2 or #3, I knew that #4 had more pathos, humor and...
Curly, you can't be serious
Moments after I exited the subway yesterday, a man greeted me by saying, “Good morning, Curly.” I nodded, smiled and moved quickly past the sunny sidewalk for shady ground.
Get away, cars
Like a mysterious child standing on the side of the highway, whispering “zoom, zoom” at fish-tailing Mazdas, I too have a passion for the road. What I’m driving at is road. That means singling out certain types of vehicles for righteous ridicule.
Thrown Away
Professional sporting events contain what I refer to as the “Three As.” Alcoholics, autistics and assholes. This popular trinity...
From the Archives: just in time for an early lunch.