For what seems like a lifetime, the Jersey Mike’s TV commercials have made my stomach growl.
Yes, please, on that piled-high sub slathered with The Juice.
Alas, often my home Syracuse area is late to land national food chains.
Cheesecake Factory. Sonic. Chick-Fil-A. On I can go.
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The joint looked and smelled good inside when I made my way to the spot on Erie Boulevard East, jammed into a new extension of an established shopping plaza, flanked by Blaze Pizza and Corelife.
The sub-makers knew their tasks, briskly moving through the half-dozen people in front of me to get to my order of two regular-sized subs, the Original Italian with Juice and the Bacon Ranch Chicken Cheesesteak. Both on wheat, I said.
To go. With chips.
They looked good. Smelled good.
But neither my dear wife Karen nor I thought they were as good as the subs we normally take home from the counter at Wegmans. The rolls didn’t stand up. I like the selection of meat better on Wegmans version of the Italian, and their dressing, too.