finallllly, reuben number 3.
i'll start off by saying i had high hopes for fresh harvest. i mean, they make a mean veggie panini, and i don't even like vegetables all that much, so that's sayin' something. but let me tell ya, all the hope in the world couldn't save this train wreck.
one bite in and i knew something was amiss. and by amiss i mean a rather large piece of eggshell had wandered into my sandwich. sure, it could have been worse; at least it wasn't a finger or the remains of some creepy crawly bug. but there was something about discovering an uninvited ingredient in my food that gave me the heeby jeebies.
on top of that, the sauerkraut had a very greenish tint to it. it tasted just fine, but it certainly didn't help my queasiness subside. it seemed as though they purposefully picked the fattiest pieces of corned beef and threw them on the delicious, albeit soft, rye, and the proportions were so poorly distributed that i only had a few bites that contained all of the ingredients at once.
the true litmus test for me, however, is not the proportions of ingredients or the color of the components. it is whether or not i can make myself stop eating whatever is sitting in front of me. whether it's because i'm italian or just because self-control is not one of my strong suits, there is very rarely anything left on my plate after a meal.
final grade: D (because i'm feeling generous)
i'll start off by saying i had high hopes for fresh harvest. i mean, they make a mean veggie panini, and i don't even like vegetables all that much, so that's sayin' something. but let me tell ya, all the hope in the world couldn't save this train wreck.
one bite in and i knew something was amiss. and by amiss i mean a rather large piece of eggshell had wandered into my sandwich. sure, it could have been worse; at least it wasn't a finger or the remains of some creepy crawly bug. but there was something about discovering an uninvited ingredient in my food that gave me the heeby jeebies.
on top of that, the sauerkraut had a very greenish tint to it. it tasted just fine, but it certainly didn't help my queasiness subside. it seemed as though they purposefully picked the fattiest pieces of corned beef and threw them on the delicious, albeit soft, rye, and the proportions were so poorly distributed that i only had a few bites that contained all of the ingredients at once.
the true litmus test for me, however, is not the proportions of ingredients or the color of the components. it is whether or not i can make myself stop eating whatever is sitting in front of me. whether it's because i'm italian or just because self-control is not one of my strong suits, there is very rarely anything left on my plate after a meal.in this case, the picture says it all.
final grade: D (because i'm feeling generous)
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