McAlister’s Deli

We decided to try this southern sandwich chain, mainly because we were both too tired to fix dinner, it was a new restaurant for us, and I’m still trying desperately to stick to Weight Watchers, so I was hoping for something on the lighter side.

We were greeted by a most friendly man at the counter. He was very patient with us, first while we squinted up at the menu, then while I opted to hold the swiss and mayo and switch my wheatberry bread for sourdough. What started out as a sandwich called “The Patriot” essentially got whittled down to smoked turkey. A dollop of cranberry-orange sauce was the only thing that really made this stand out from any other sandwich at any other deli, but it was a nice touch.

Chris’s Muffaletta (or half of one, which was plenty big) had chunky green olives, ham, salami, and provolone. Not excessively greasy, he “could have stood to see more mustard”, and wanted to reccommend the bread be “a little more nasty”, read: more sour! He seemed to enjoy it pretty well, though.

After all the hemming and hawing about “on the side” and “hold any product that could potentially contain fat”, there was no way I could have ordered dessert, but the brownies and the blondie sundaes and the (sigh) Kentucky pie all sounded pretty tasty, even though the chances of homemade goodness were pretty slim.

So, for some people didn’t want to cook, we were fairly satisfied. I’m not sure if there was anything there that would beckon us to return with any great haste…it’s a lot like trying to review a Subway restaurant (only without Jared, thank goodness).