Chow, Baby: Wednesday, May 25, 2005
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Chain of Fool

Chow, Baby admits to having done a Bad Thing: The night before, it had been matching drinks with a pal so capacious he is known as Man Mountain. That’s why at Potbelly Sandwich Works (3058 S. University Dr.), foggy Chow, Baby missed the significance of the hyper-happy staff, the micromeasured portion control, and the pointless junktiques hanging on the walls, and thought only: Boy, this place is loud. Owwww, my aching head. But this is TCU country, and you’re going to have the high-spirited clatter of young people, and it’s going to bounce off of the faux tin ceiling and pierce right into Chow, Baby’s brain. No point whining about it.
Bleary-eyed Chow, Baby got into line at the counter, where it missed the significance of being asked by nine of the 11 workers wedged in back there how it was doing today. (Chow, Baby gave each of them a different answer, just to mess with their heads in case they compared notes later.) The menu is petite, just a dozen sandwiches (all $3.79), but they all looked interesting and hangover-friendly. There’s a small selection of sides and a large selection of drinks: shakes, malts, smoothies, indie sodas. Chow, Baby seriously considered a Big Jack’s PB&J (missing the significance of the cutesy name) but settled on a tuna salad, which was pleasant in that tuna was actually the main ingredient, and also snagged a few bites of its companion’s mildly spiced meatball sandwich.
Potbelly’s claim to fame is that their rolls are toasted to order; that was indeed the best part of the meal. The rest was not a stand-out, but at least it didn’t turmoil the tummy. So Chow, Baby was down to intermittent whimpering when its companion, Man Not Hungover, pointed out that the napkins were imprinted with Potbelly’s web site address. “You know what that means: You’re in a chain restaurant, Chow, Baby.” Sure enough, 79 locations in nine states — as Oz said to Buffy when he learned that vampires really exist: “That explains a lot.” Owwww, my aching head.


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