I'm a picky eater. And I really wish I weren't. I wish that I liked salad and more fruit and more vegetables, because I agree with everyone else when they say that I'm the one missing out here. Don't worry—I know. I know my lame-o taste buds prevent me from fully enjoying food (and from eating more healthy, I'm sure).
I like going to sandwich shops and burger places, because I like the food, but I hate ordering a sandwich. I like my sandwiches more or less dry, preferably with just meat and cheese. When I order a burger it goes something like this: "One cheeseburger with cheese and ketchup only, please." "You want a plain cheeseburger?" "Yes, I want a plain cheeseburger. With the ketchup."
A couple of weeks ago Josh's mom took us to this new sandwich shop she was loving, Jimmy John's. (The Wilsons really like sandwich shops, and so I've learned to swallow my weirdness in sandwich ordering.) I looked through the large menu, a little disheartened at all the options that I would likely ask them to hold. Then I saw this menu category: Slim Sandwiches. These are sandwiches with just meat and cheese. It won't even qualify as a Slim if you add extra stuff.
It's like they know me.
I think I've found a new favorite eatery.