I’m tired of Subway.
Though the chain restaurant has helped immensely in my food choices and weight-loss regime, I have eaten enough of it that the employees at 611 N. Meridian St. recognize my face and hair from a mile away.
So far it is the only option allotted to those who are on diets when there isn’t any time for a home-cooked meal and cheat day is just too far away. Well, at least around here.
This is small-town living.
Next week Thursday will mark six months since I’ve been in Portland. I’ve tried every restaurant except Koffee Kup Diner, Norm’s Place and Pay-less Pizza. I don’t count McDonald’s or Burger King because the food would only cause pain. Greazy Pickle is another one the online reviews rave of, but someone would have to grab the food for me. It would look questionable if I tiptoed in where drinking alcohol is present. Other than that, there aren’t any other options.
It’s one aspect of small-town living I may never grow accustomed to. Back in Southeast Michigan, food is everywhere and their are so many options and flavors. In fact, a beef shawarma with feta cheese sounds delicious right now.
And then there’s road design. Highways take up a major part of this area. Growing up, I don’t recall ever taking an hour to get to a single freeway. The straight paths and single or double-lane roads only end toward the downtown area of Indianapolis. These don’t compare to the multiple freeways and lanes in Detroit.
In an earlier column, I wrote about those who didn’t know much about my hometown; one calling it a crime-ridden city without ever going to the area. Crime is everywhere, even in Portland. What frightens me around here compared to the city is a collective citizen belief that their possessions are safe.
Here people leave their car and home doors unlocked with the belief no one will destroy or burglarize their property. It isn’t wise to believe that crime couldn’t be found here. With a person getting arrested for some drug or theft-related crime almost every day, it’s probably good for residents to start thinking with a little more caution.
There’s a suburb outside of Detroit called Grosse Pointe, a community high off of its own silliness and the belief that there are no major changes that need to take place. A few years ago, it was hit with a couple of thefts and many residents wondered what should be done. They were told to lock their doors.
In contrast, Detroiters are probably overly cautious. In some areas theft is more prevalent, creating minor cases of paranoia. It requires good neighbors and better home environments, along with law enforcement to make the effected areas better.
Ultimately, there are some big differences between city and town life. Some places change with societal demands and others remain the same because there’s no need to shift. I have adapted to single-lane highways and to trust in my neighbor, but there’s got to be more food options sometime soon.
I’m tired of Subway.