I am a sand­wich guy. Love sand­wiches. I could live off of them for days and weeks given the oppor­tu­nity. I even like cre­at­ing new ways to make sand­wiches. Grilled chicken and spicy mus­tard on a grilled cheese com­prised of pro­volone and moz­zarella? Why not?

Jason’s Deli, Which Wich, chopped beef, sliced turkey with honey bar­be­cue, I love them. And if they were sen­tient and could feel love, they would love me too.

And so I was at Pot­belly Sand­wich Works the other day with Kim. I ordered the Pizza Sand­wich and she got the Turkey Skinny. I had to go back to the house so I took mine with me and she met a client. About twenty min­utes passes.

I eat the sand­wich when I get home.

Seri­ously? They call this a Pizza Sand­wich? Pep­per­oni, mari­nara sauce (who­ever put that on pizza?), provolone(again, who put that on pizza?), mush­rooms and Ital­ian sea­son­ing. Those are the ingre­di­ents that make up the vaunted “Pizza Sandwich”.

It was ter­ri­ble. Pos­si­bly the worst sand­wich I’ve ever bought at an estab­lish­ment that pur­ported to be a sand­wich shop. It didn’t taste like pizza, and it didn’t even taste good. It was like the bread was a wet sponge and the “pep­per­oni” (all two slices) was so low rent that it needed a bailout.

I talked to Kim later and told her the Pizza Sand­wich was ter­ri­ble. She imme­di­ately retorted, “My sand­wich was ter­ri­ble too!”

So good­bye and good rid­dance, Pot­belly Sand­wich Work. You’ve been in busi­ness for 32 years but hope­fully you’ll go out of busi­ness very soon and stop pol­lut­ing the world with your crummy “sandwiches”.