Ode to a Sandwich Maker

I do not know Roberta. I have never met her, never even tasted her creations.

"They're masterpieces," TJ tells me. Masterpieces. Every sandwich should be so lucky.

Roberta works at Subway. Yes, Subway. At a gas station Subway in Worcester. Who'd have thought? Her turkey subs are legendary, at least to me.

It just goes to show that a good sandwich is not necessarily about focaccia, cider marinades or garlic aioli; it's about the person putting it together. Roberta would never skimp on mayonaise. To all you fancy bakeries and taverns out there-

neither should you.