Healthiest Subway Sandwich Novels & Stories

I glance at the time on the microwave and wince. “Yeesh, it’s eleven-thirty and I’m making breakfast? You have permission to slap my wrist.” I stop thinking about breakfast and start thinking about lunch. “I can make sandwiches or maybe…” I stare at the boy as my brain cycles through lunch options that boys might like. Things that are light on the veggies and salad, but will fill him up since he looked like he was starving before. “Steak sandwiches, with chips and soda. I can do coleslaw. Or maybe fries instead of chips. And something sweet. There’s no cake because… yeah, you probably don’t need to know why there’s no cake.”

A second later I was on the phone with the guy placing my order. “Two large lattes … with two shots of… no three shots of espresso in each. And two of the bagel sandwiches.. the ones with all that good stuff on them.” I told him. “Good stuff?” He asked me. Shit. I couldn’t remember the name. “Erm.. hold one second. Jenny. What are the sandwiches called?” I asked Jenny who was currently still on the floor. “The flubiden..” she murmured. “Dlubiden???”

Damien said, quickly pulling out his own lunchbox. "I assumed you overslept and wouldn't want cafeteria food," Jared added, pressing forward. "It took me forever to get everything just right." "When you eat here, it's always sweet things, so I had something a lot healthier made," Damien countered. Jared's eyes narrowed. "Are you saying my lunch isn't good for his health?" "It's probably full of those poor trans fats!" Damien shot back. They glared at each other, and I sighed. I actually bought my own lunch today. Sure, it was half a Subway sandwich, but it was something. Should I bring it up to try and deescalate? But then I won't have the better food...

I rolled my eyes and proceeded to unwrap the item. My eyes bulged out at what I was holding. “How did you know?” I asked incredulously while taking a huge bite. She smiled with love shining in her eyes and said, “I didn’t, exactly. I guessed. That is my favorite “go-to” breakfast sandwich when I don’t have time to sit and eat a full meal. It’s easy, quick, not too messy, and delicious.”

"Anyways, I would like to get a grilled chicken panini sandwich, and what does he usually get?" "Well..." Grace laughs. "He gets the triple bacon and cheese extra grilled sandwich, with extra mustard and pickles." "Uh, isn't that like a bucket of fats?!" I cock an eyebrow in surprise. "How he stays in such good shape with eating this every day?" "He must do a lot of workouts." The friendly woman casually notes and passes me two paper bags. "It'll be 21,50$." "It'll be a what?!" I almost shout startled. What the heck did I just order?!

Isabel nodded and took one, popping it into her mouth. "What's your favorite food, she asked suddenly." I was a little surprised by the question, but I was happy to answer. "My favorite food is a pastrami sandwich," I said smiling at the thought of its taste. "They're always very tasty. What about you?" Isabel took a sip of her wine before responding. "I'm a big fan of avocado toast. "There's something about the fats and dietary fiber, that just makes it taste super." I nodded in agreement.

I’m too headstrong for it, and I like winning my battles too much to put myself in a situation where I might have to pick them. I bit into the sandwich and the taste of club sandwich assaulted my senses, the different meats mingling together in my mouth. And there was extra cheese. Toasted. My eyes narrowed and flitted across to George. Never trust a guy who knows your favorite sandwich without asking you. “Whenever we went for lunch at that little English café in Paris and it was on the menu, you’d ask for a club sandwich with extra cheese,” he explained before I could say a thing. “And you sent back three of them because they weren’t toasted, even though you’d asked for it to be. Since Sub

We drive to the closest fast-food joint for lunch. Arriving at the Subway restaurant, I don’t like anything they have, which is weird because they make my favorite sandwiches. Everything they’re selling is making me want to puke. We walk out of the Subway restaurant to head to another restaurant. On our way to the car, I see my favorite snack sold across the street. I ask Vivienne to start the car while I quickly go over to buy some. I wait by the edge of the road as the traffic lights become red for walking and green for driving. I use this time to think about Jason and how he looked this morning. As I saw him in front of me this morning, I wanted to stand up from…

I’d brought a small stack of financial reports on Boyd’s holdings and transactions from the last couple years before he sold out, but I knew they were probably a dead end. “Hell, you know those two couldn’t have had kids.” “Didn’t stop them from trying.” I tried my best to ignore the snickering. “Here you go, hon.” Betty slid a wax paper bundle and a spoon over the counter to me. You don’t get a plate at the Lunch Box, just a shiny white bun with ketchup, mustard, and pickle stuffed to overflowing with loose ground beef. Maid-Rite lays claim to these sandwiches, and will serve a pretty good one in almost any other town in Iowa, but I haven’t ever had a better one than right here. Like most s

With a curve of lips depicting happiness, Julian opened the lunch box in front of the secretary. “Look! Isn't this sandwich very tempting?” he asked before pulling up a chair and sitting closer to the table. A second later, the man pushed the box towards the girl. “This is the whole wheat breads with a beaten egg, sliced ​​green vegetables, scallions, and tomatoes. Take a look! Isn't the yellow color so pretty? This is because the chicken eggs used are also a choice,” he explained, pointing to the thick-looking bread filling.