Nov 23, 2011

In the spirit of Thanksgiving...

I will give you my review of the perfect sandwich that is the Gobbler.

I am thankful for many things in my life. 
My cool parents.
My awesome friends. 
My health.

But today, I am most thankful for sandwiches. 
I love sandwiches. 
So bad. 
Besides Mexican food (which I eat about 3 times a week)
my next favorite meal is a sandwich. 

My idol Liz Lemon once said, 

And I agree sister. 

We also use the treadmill in the same way:

But I digress. Back to the matter at hand. 

As you know I spent my summer in Filet (Philly). 
During this time I fell in love with Wawa. 
Down in VA they are glorified gas stations. 
But up north they are like fancy 7-11s. 
My life was changed. 
They have an event called Hoagiefest people. 
It is a magical place. 

They are hard to find where I live now, so I spend my days pining for it, making my friends from Philly tell me what they ate from there, what specials are happening. 
Anything to keep me connected. 

Recently my main Wawa informants Joe, Steve, and Sydney 
(all pictured below) 

informed me about the latest sensation: 

They told me it was Thanksgiving in sandwich form. 
I wasn't really buying it. 
I mean wouldn't that be kind of gross. 
Nay, they said. 
They sent me a picture to prove their point. 
I was not impressed. 
Then they just kept talking about it. 
Seriously, it was Gobbler this, and Gobbler that. 
So I caved. 
I said, "Tell me again why this is so great." 

They broke it down for me.
On a roll, the following is included:
Hot turkey (like the real deal turkey)
Cranberry Sauce

and then Sydney added a little nugget that brought a tear to my eye. 
She said, 
"You can add mashed potatoes if you get it in a bowl."

That did it for me. 
I was convinced. 
This Gobbler had to be mine. 
So I used my handy dandy iPhone and found myself the closest Wawa. 
It was in Woodbridge, which can be nice but can also be a little Sketchtown, USA if you're in the wrong spot. 
But a possible stab wound was nothing to me. 
This sandwich would be mine. 

I texted my best friend Jessy and told her about it. 
She did some research and was in.
This morning I sent her the following text:

And that we did. 
Jess, her fiance George, her 3 month old daughter Leila and I set out on our quest. 

I have to say there was a little bit of a panic when I first ordered. 
What if I did it wrong?
What if it wasn't what I had hoped?
What if I hated it? 

I ordered the smallest one they had. 
(Rookie mistake)
As soon as I brought it back to the car and had one bite I knew. 
This was not a drill. 
This was the best effing sandwich ever. 
So after eating the rest in 2 bites
I heytelled Joe to let him know I was going in for round 2. 
He laughed and said, "Are you really?"
He didn't get a response for another 15 minutes. 
I hoped that made it clear enough that--oh yeah....things were HAPPENING.

I went in, ordered and went to the same cashier.
Did she recognize me?
You bet she did.
Was I embarrassed?
Nope. I was on a mission.

I high tailed it back to the car so fast and I think it's safe to say, I didn't really chew the sandwich. 
More like swallowed it whole like a snake.

Below is my review of heaven:

Jessy and George's review can be found here.

I would like to make a few closing remarks:

1. I have never had a McRib. I just like a. saying McRib and 
b. much like the McRib, the Gobbler is for a limited time only.

2. When I say Leila judged me the whole way home, I'm not kidding. 
This was her expression for a good 10 minutes while I ate Gobbler Dos:

3. If you go get yourself a Gobbler, get napkins. That was yet another rookie mistake. 

4. I told Tim about it and he informed me that Friday he and I had a date at a gas station.
That sounded a little creepy.
What I meant was we are going to get a Gobbler on Friday.

The End.

Actually if you have a must-eat food that I should try and review, leave it in the comments section or send me an email. 

I love to eat.
No but seriously.
I love to eat.


  1. I'm more excited about your UTSA shirt that you wore in that interview!!! :)

  2. I am COMPLETELY with you on WAWA- I went to grad school at Villanova and WAWA was a daily stop....three words: cheese stuffed pretzels. There are two kinds of people in this world 1) WAWA and 2) Sheetze. WAWA kicks Sheetze like a red headed step-child