Leo, as usual, wanted American food. Off we went to Jimmy John's.
The place is cute. I like all the signs on the walls with advice such as:
“Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you are. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.”
Thanks for that, Bill Gates!
Anyway, I ordered the Club Lulu -- sliced turkey breast, bacon, lettuce, tomato, & mayo and some plain potato chips. I don't remember what kind of sandwich Leo had.
The sandwiches are big! Neither of us could finish ours. However, neither of us really wanted to... They were ok, but Leo declared Dagwood's to be better. I find Penn Station to be much better. So... I don't think we'll have JJ's again unless it's because they deliver...
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