MeaToast

I ignored this other review — how can any pre-​made sandwich be good after being left out all night and reheated in the morning — and tried it anyway. I work in the neighborhood and let me tell you there are not many other options. And you know what? My sandwich was good! Subway-​style set up, but after the sandwich is made it get’s pressed like a panini which I think adds another dimension of flavor to a regular turkey sub! Plus, my sandwich was huge for only $ 7.99 and came with free side of health salad. I will definitely be going back. Cash only though (for now).

So I was at Club Quo taking pictures at an open bar event and I indulged a little too much.
That has to be the ONLY reason I went to this place.
It looked clean enough (and empty) with meat slices behind a glass counter and pictures of supposedly yummy panini on the wall.
I got an. I don’t even know what the hell I got because, like I said, I was drunk but I think it was a «milano.»
Anyway I had him get tomatoes from the pile that looked the least mushy.
I got home and proceeded to fall asleep in all my clothes right next to the sandwich bag.
When I woke up this morning for work I was like «hey, the sandwich is still here I hope it’s good.»
I lovingly reheated it in the oven before I set out the door so it would be warm by the time I got to work.
I took one bite… ONE.
In a word? Gross. I opened up the sandwich: even more gross.
In my fuzzy drunken haze last night the sandwich looked edible. In the hard glare of morning sunlight through my window it looked disgusting.
I tried to go to their website. It’s «parked» by GoDaddy.
I knew I should have just crossed the street and gone to the streetmeat guy that all the cabbies were at. but I was in no state to cross a street at the time.
I googled their name to find the address for this listing and came up with this gem from the restaurant inspections side of EveryBlock:
«Garbage receptacles not provided or inadequate; Garbage storage area not properly constructed or maintained; grinder or compactor dirty.»
Now I don’t care if I can’t throw stuff away, but «grinder dirty» set off warning lights in my head.
Please pass this by… like I should have. My stomach thanks me for passing out instead of eating this last night.