Jimmy John’s inspires a case of fast-food apathy

I can wax poetic about the spicy chicken sandwich from Wendy’s and explain to you why Sonic’s tater tots could be part of the tourism literature for getting people to move to the Midwest. But I’ve never set foot inside a Jimmy John’s.

It’s not that I have something against the sandwich chain from Illinois. It’s precisely the opposite. Jimmy John’s doesn’t make me feel anything.

Categories: Dining, Food & Drink