The first BC lower steak sub I ever had was on September 27th, 2009. Yes, I remember. Doesn’t everyone?* I ordered it with teriyaki sauce – the only time I ever ordered teriyaki with steak. From there on out, it was strictly barbecue and chipotle, no cheese.
*Actually, the reason I remember is because it was Yom Kippur. Best break-fast ever.
As the years went on, I began expanding my horizons with the sub – sometimes adding onions, sometimes adding peppers, and even adding the occasional broccoli slices.
It’s hard to explain in words how good the steak sub is. It’s a behemoth of a meal, one that could suffice as both my lunch and dinner. It is, in my opinion, the most delicious thing on campus (also the most unhealthy, but we can ignore that for now). The chicken sub was also a popular alternative – it’s important to rotate between the two.
Ordering wasn’t always easy. The servers automatically put cheese on the sub, so it was a difficult task to get their attention. No cheese, please became a common utterance – along with the necessary hand gesture to get their attention. There was this one server who could never hear me, and he put cheese on the sub every single time. Sometimes, I would politely ask him to remove it. Occasionally, if the sub was already wrapped, I would go ahead and begrudgingly eat it.
It’s amazing how many times that guy misheard my order – and it wasn’t just with cheese. I’d be like ‘large chicken please,’ and he’d toss down a steak. It happened again yesterday. I don’t understand it. Like, those two words aren’t similar at all.
If I had to guess, I’ve probably eaten, oh, 120 subs over the last four years. The sub was always there for me, through the good times and the bad. I’d like to think we developed a close relationship. And so it is with a heavy heart that I bid adieu to my favorite meal on campus. I’ll be back for you.