The Thai-Chicken Wrap at the Pax franchise by Bryant Park. Jeesh. And for emphasis, Eww. Flavorless, ugly, not even the texture was interesting. I could have scraped the bottom of the crisper this morning, slapped it between two pieces of matzo, and heated it on an old radiator and it would have tasted better, and saved me seven bucks. Why I ordered it I have no idea--sometimes I panic when in a crowded line and point at the closest deli option.
Years ago, this lug that sat across from me, whose job it was to talk on the phone all day, (seriously), spent what seemed like endless weeks grilling people about various businesses he was considering starting with all the money he'd saved (or embezzled). It was funny to hear him asking strangers about starting a "Wrap Factory" or a "Wrap it Up" or whatever Wrap-related business it was, often explaining to the hapless friend or colleague what exactly a Wrap was ("Good question, it's LIKE a burrito, sort of"). And, of course, the Wrap franchise sales guys called often, in a Mamet-worthy effort to unload yet another PJ McWrapitty's. My co-worker eventually settled on a company that cleans up after water or fire damage, which seemed right for someone already skilled at fraud. I've not seen or heard from him since. Yet he made a better choice than I, at least concerning Wraps and Wrap accessories.