Eat Fresh? I think not

A pig angel, looking down on us with shame,
for we permit Subway to misuse his flesh (and the flesh of his bretheren)
in such a way

We're all familiar with Subway's slogan, right?  It, like their sandwiches, is full of shit.  The ingredients are anything but "fresh" unless you are somehow lucky enough to enter the fine establishment at a time when everything was just removed from the fridge.  Something tells me that this event only happens when they first open their doors for business.  Otherwise, even if you come in when they just replaced the lettuce and the turkey, you're still looking at hours-old pickles and tomatoes.  And the bacon.  For God's sake, I have never seen such a desperate cry for help from any other meat product.  I can almost hear the slain pigs crying out from their graves, a chorus of porcine pleas begging Subway to make good bacon so their deaths might be justified.  

Anyway, that food has been sitting out in the open under hot lights and the hands of some sweaty employee known as a "Sandwich artist."  The food itself doesn't bother me; I eat here often and the footlongs keep me full for at least an hour (if you're new to this blog, you'll soon discover that I have the appetite of a sumo wrestler.  Or Liz Lemon).  What bothers me is that they lie to us and tell us that it's fresh when it's anything but.  No, it may not be deep-fried in lard, but it's not fresh.  And the employees are not "artists."  They are people who likely hate their jobs but try to do it with a smile on their face (which I sincerely appreciate).