Always on the Cutting Edge, That’s Me.
Apparently I am, because the rest of you were in line in front of me.
But despite this fact, I highly recommend the place. The whole vibe of the joint is very pleasant, with folks decorating the brown bags you write your order on and staff working diligently and cheerfully to keep the long line moving and feed the masses.
The process of ordering your food is simple; you just pick a bag from the general group (turkey, ham, veggie, etc.) and then you check boxes for what you would like added to your sandwich. You hand the bag to a friendly person at the counter and pay your bill. The staff then works to assemble your creation post-haste, usually before you can get your fountain drink poured and a table scouted out.
Personally, I would pay extra just for not having to stand behind someone in the Subway line who looks like they are being confronted for the first time with the choice of whether to add lettuce to their processed sawdust club sandwich. “Err, which peppers are hot? Jelly-peenos or `nanner?” Just die already!
Speaking of the sandwich chain from beneath the sea, have you ever noticed that no matter what sandwich you choose and what condiments you add, if you let a little belch out two hours later, it always tastes the same? No such worries at Which Wich. Their sandwiches taste like the ones you would make yourself if you had all these wonderful fresh ingredients already prepared by your own personal sous chef.
I’d gush more, but there’s a much more entertaining analysis of the store being undertaken by Nashville’s own Chris Thomas at his blog Pour Out. Go check him out as he attempts to plow through the entire Which Wich menu.
Personally, I’m betting on a perforated intestine before he makes it. But then again, I watch Nascar for the wrecks.