July 24, 2010

‘Dag. I need a sandwich.’ You check the cupboard.  There’s some chips in there a couple of Trader Joe’s receipts.  Check the fridge.  Fat-free vanilla yogurt and those string cheese jumps that are good, but not filling.  Freezer’s got those vegetarian buffalo chickens, but you’ve had those four out of the last six meals.  You scratch your stomach.  Think, man.  Think.

My Life

Check the bedroom and the bathroom: nope, B’s not here.  She would be creative and make something out of nothing.  Like tortellini with tomato and yellow peppers.   Or fake sausage McMuffins.  Maybe a homemade pizza with assorted cheeses and produce.

It’s the best when she does that.

But there’s no bail out coming.  Call your friend in Hyde Park?  No.  Leave him alone.  He’s got kids and you’ve already invited yourself over a few too many times.  What about a smoothie?  Your blender’s dirty and in the dishwasher and you have no motivation to clean.   Is there any way you can wait for another hour?  No, not that long.

It’s time to go out, then.  You don’t want to.  You wanted to save money.  You didn’t want to leave your apartment.  Food around here can be bunk.  It’s mostly sit-down restaurants.  You love sit-down restaurants. But you don’t have time for that nonsense.

Then you remember across the street is Potbelly’s.  You start singing like David Martinez on the organ up at Pius, ‘Rejoice, rejoice. Emmanuel…’

Here’s what I get at Belly’s:

1. Large Vegetarian: swiss, provolone, American melted cheese, mushrooms, hot peppers, lettuce, tomato, italian seasoning.

2. Bag of Chips.  Either Sour Cream and O or those BBQs.

3. 2 oversized sugar cookies.

4.  Vitamin Water Zero.

B gets the pizza sandwich with mushrooms and melted American.  We both just love being there.  But it’s time to say goodbye.

I’ll miss you, girl.

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One Response to “Potbelly”

  1. emily said

    i miss potbelly’s!…i had one in the airport last week as i was passing through chicago…and now i have rejoice rejoice emannuel stuck in my head while craving a pizza sandwich sin pepperoni!

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