Subway

So Today I went to Connaught Place to pick up some more books. I am chewing through them due to an acute case of cabin fever. I have cabin fever in a city that covers approximately 90 square kilometers.

I walked the outer circle of CP today for something different, and to my surprise I found a Subway restaurant. I decided to give it a try as I had yet to have lunch and to tell you the truth I was oddly fascinated by the prospect of a Subway in India.

The differences were obvious from the start. There are 2 lines of people ordering sandwiches; One is labeled Veg. the Non Veg. I quickly stepped into the Non Veg. line because I was never one to pass up a chance to eat the flesh of a dead animal (Except veal and foi gras... a man needs to have moral standards after all). I decided on what I always get at Subway back home. An Italian B.M.T. For those who are uneducated in the ways of Subway lingo, B.M.T. is Big. Meaty. Tasty. One difference here in India however. The M. in B.M.T. has been replaced by Lamb Salami and Lamb Pepperoni. However after all my travels here I did not even blink at the difference. This is where the differences between American Subways and Indian Subways end.

The similarities are much more fun to point out. Just like in the US there is a Baskin Robbins attached or directly next to the Subway Restaurant. Just like in the US the Subway is staffed primarily by Indians. Just like in the US the sandwiches never live up to the expectations of anyone who has had a REAL Italian Sub.