Anyone who raves about Jimmy John’s apparently has never eaten a sub anywhere else![V][V]
Growing up in eastern Iowa and then spending eight years in Kansas City, I loved Jimmy John’s. Their Italian Night Club was my favorite, and I loved getting a loaf of their leftover bread for pennies. I considered them to be far better than Subway or Quizno’s, and on-par with Firehouse.
After living in Connecticut for a couple of years, though, my standards have changed. This state knows how to do sandwiches, and even the biggest regional chain (Nardelli’s, as far as I can tell) puts out stuff that easily kicks JJ’s to the curb. There’s just no comparison; sandwiches, especially the Italian kind with lots of cured salty meats, are a tradition here and it shows.
No one can fault you for what you didn’t know.
Since you went to “Grinder/Sub/Hoagie Heaven”, you’ve seen the light!
Just like those people who’ve never eaten a “Back East” Pizza, you don’t know what you don’t know.
As The Astute Philosopher, Yogi Berra once said, “There are some people who, if they don’t already know, you can’t tell ’em.”