Ohmygod! She ate somewhere different? Call the psychiatrist! Have a parade.

I used to eat at Sub Shop #9 in West Seattle a lot when I lived on Vashon and commuted to Seattle daily. So today on my way back from the doctor's office I was craving a sandwich and saw the sign for this Sub Shop. I went in and ordered lunch. How spontaneous! I got a turkey-bacon sub with guac and stuff + a bowl of chicken soup. The sandwich was pretty decent. Not as good as Honey Hole on Capitol Hill or Soup Daddy Soups when I worked in Pioneer Square, but better than a Subway. The soup was a coagulated mess so I ended up throwing that away.