Healthiest Subway Sandwich Novels & Stories

“Tell him, and then he’ll come here to see what all the fuss is about and I’ll get a second one. Boom. Best idea ever. Maybe I should tell him.” Grant shoved the sandwich in his mouth and took another bite, his eyes fluttering closed as he did. “How’s the original?” Dante asked. It was a boring-sounding name, but according to the menu there was nothing boring about the sandwich. It had a few types of cheese, some bacon, and something else. It was amazing though. But really, how could you go wrong with both cheese and bacon? “I could eat this every meal and not be sad about it.” Aspen’s sandwich was half gone, showing he meant it.

While I had nearly lost my father, he had already lost both his parents. I didn't know quite what to say, but luckily he had finished and was coming around to the table with his creation in hand. He looked incredibly pleased with himself and it made me smile. “Voila,” he said, presenting the most amazing sandwich I had ever seen. Thick french bread layered with turkey, bacon, avocados, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and some sort of creamy sauce awaited me. He sat down in the seat across from me, but waited for me to take the first bite. I carefully picked up the beautiful sandwich and tried it.

He held up two fingers and knocked one down at a time as he spoke. “I like heavy metal and … my favorite sandwich to eat is peanut butter, bananas, and pickles.” “Yes, to the heavy metal, but gross to the sandwich. Did you just wake up one day and decide you were going to make the worst sandwich ever created?” My nose scrunched up and I think my stomach even curled. “Don’t knock it til you try it, babe. I promise it’ll change your life,” he said seriously. “I’ll pass. The only thing it’ll have me changing is my clothes.”

asked I. "It's a very famous restaurant here. It claims to have the best sandwiches in the world. Of course, it also has beef, seafood, grilled chicken, salad, oyster soup, and so on. Their sandwich is almost as big as the one's at Burger King." "Sounds good. Let's go there." I wanted to try the best sandwiches so that I could improve the recipe and technique for making sandwiches. New Moon Pack had always been amazed by my cooking but they just never said so out loud.

He opened the lid and placed the container in front of Zach. The intern looked inside and saw a sandwich. He picked it up and realised it was a smoked salmon and cream cheese sandwich. He didn’t mind them as long as the smoked salmon wasn’t tough to chew. “I looked up popular lunch ideas online,” Darien told him proudly. “I got up early and made it for you before I left work this morning.” There was something very domestic about eating a sandwich at work that Darien had made specially for him. It was like they were a married couple already.

They obviously prioritized speed here. The lunch was large mushroom, steak and cheese subs piled with meat, cheese, lettuce, mushrooms, and onions and smothered in Italian dressing. It had been toasted, so the bread was crispy and the cheese had been melted perfectly. The sandwich was bigger than my head, but my stomach growled so loudly when I smelled it that I dug right in as soon as the maid left the room. I picked up the messy sub and sunk my teeth in.

“Alright.” He made the stop. While he was inside ordering, they drove past a Subway restaurant. Andrea’s eyes lit up. “Oh! And a footlong Italian herb and cheese sandwich with extra meatballs and melted cheese. Please, baby?” Henry rubbed his temple but turned the car around without complaint. Twenty minutes later, he returned to the car carrying the lemonade and a warm sandwich bag. Andrea beamed at him, already taking a sip of the lemonade. “You’re the best.”

And the colors are soft pastels, which I researched and know are the Senator’s favorites. Senator Hamilton is a down-to-earth kind of man. He never lived beyond his means. I tried to cater an event to his tastes, filled with flowers and natural displays. “Golden scones, can you imagine? That would be so much better than these beat up old lanterns.” Thea continues. “And the food. Who made this selection? Cold cut sandwiches. So uninspired.” They are more than cold-cuts thrown together. They are specially prepared sandwiches brought in from Senator Hamilton’s favorite lunch restaurant.

“It’s Alpha’s favorite. You might want to give that one to him. I made tuna salad for everyone else.” I took a bite of the sandwich and immediately regretted it. It tasted like sandpaper or maybe cardboard. It had a weird consistency with some kind of questionable meat. A full wave of the shakes ran through my body. Holding out the sandwich for Niru, he turned his head and I laughed. “What is this? Niru doesn’t even want it!” “It’s some weird protein packed peanut butter and some of those meat sticks cut in half. Then three slices of provolone cheese on rye bread.”

IVY The first bite of the sandwich tasted like hope. We sat at a tiny metal table outside the sandwich shop, sun finally breaking through the morning clouds, warming the back of my neck. Noah was across from me, elbows on the table, watching me like I might vanish if he looked away. I tore off a piece of the bread—crisp crust, soft inside—and chewed slowly. The bread was still warm, the cheese melted just right, the tomato bright and sharp. Simple. Good. Normal.