To me it’s always dicey to throw out the words, “The Greatest.” That’s just setting yourself up for a fall. I mean, in a world where there’s just so many options and choices at our fingertips, how can anyone have the solid brass balls to call themselves, “The Greatest?”
I know of only one person who rightfully made that claim back in that great decade of the ‘60’s. My family and I lived in Louisville, Kentucky from 1963 to 1969 and it was the home of Mohammed Ali, who was then known as Cassius Clay. He was a hometown hero and I remember rooting for him when he fought Sonny Liston and against all odds he knocked him out. After that he proclaimed himself, “The Greatest.” And he was, for that moment at least. Those “greatest” moments are few and far between as far as I’m concerned.
This all brings me to today’s post. I drive down Main Street a lot on my way to work and I pass a sandwich store that claims they have the greatest sandwich in the world. Think about that: “The Greatest Sandwich In The World.” Not just: “Hey, we’ve got a pretty good sandwich over here,” but rather: “The Greatest Sandwich In The World.”
This claim has been bugging the shit out of me for over a year now. That’s borderline obnoxious and I’m someone who has not one, but two sandwiches named after myself, so I take this shit a little personal! The sandwich place is a franchise called Jimmy John’s and it’s time to go and check out this boisterous claim!
It's another bright day out here. I need to look into getting some prescription sunglasses, this sunshine shit is killing me!
And here we are at Jimmy John's...
Okay, so I went in and asked for a manager and that's where this day's post kind of went sideways. I don't even remember this guy's name because from the moment I told him I was doing a blog post about this place he really got nervous and it created quite an awkward experience. He was really a nice guy and was worried about me taking pictures in there and was concerned about what his bosses would think and on and on. I didn't want to get him in trouble or create a scene, so I told him I'd just get a sandwich to go. So that's what I did. You had to be there, but it was awkward times twelve! Sometimes things don't go the way you want them to go and that was what happened today.
And so we're off back to MBIP Headquarters. Here's the bag with what's purportedly the "world's greatest sandwich." We'll see if that's true soon!
Okay, that wasn’t the world’s greatest sandwich and thanks to their no pictures policy, and the awkward time in there, this wasn’t the world’s greatest post. Oh well, you can’t win them all. Anyway, here’s an extra video to make it worth your while for stopping by here today. It’s the band I put up a couple days ago, called Haim. They’re my new favorite band and here they are doing a killer cover of Fleetwood Mac’s, “Oh Well.” I thought it was a fitting song for today's post. Now this may just be the world’s greatest cover version of this song! It’s definitely badass! We’ll see you all tomorrow!