my guilty pleasure in Prague...
...buying lunch at Subway.
Yes, I know, buying into the corporate Americanization of the rest of the world. Bad bad bad. Still, the acorn is very picky about food and it is pleasant to get something full of recognizable ingredients and not covered in cream sauce or mayonnaise. (I think the number one thing that surprised me about being pregnant is how thoroughly out of my own control my tastebuds are. Under ordinary circumstances I would just suck up and deal, but the penalties for poor food choices are severe.)
I can't be the only one who feels this way because at no point was the line fewer than 20 people long. The vast majority of the customers were speaking English, though most of them were not native speakers. In front of me was a group of Dutch boy scouts and behind me was an enormous german guy. I don't know what the lady behind him was speaking.
Anyway. Subway - guilty pleasure worth waiting fifteen minutes in line for.
Yes, I know, buying into the corporate Americanization of the rest of the world. Bad bad bad. Still, the acorn is very picky about food and it is pleasant to get something full of recognizable ingredients and not covered in cream sauce or mayonnaise. (I think the number one thing that surprised me about being pregnant is how thoroughly out of my own control my tastebuds are. Under ordinary circumstances I would just suck up and deal, but the penalties for poor food choices are severe.)
I can't be the only one who feels this way because at no point was the line fewer than 20 people long. The vast majority of the customers were speaking English, though most of them were not native speakers. In front of me was a group of Dutch boy scouts and behind me was an enormous german guy. I don't know what the lady behind him was speaking.
Anyway. Subway - guilty pleasure worth waiting fifteen minutes in line for.