I tend to go to Subway because if I make it at home, this is what happens:
Get out can of tuna.
Open with can opener.
Cat comes running into the room and weaves himself in and out of my ankles until I trip.
Open fridge to get out mayo.
Kids come running in, thinking I'm getting ice cream out, and they freak out.
Cat continues to weave in and out of my ankles and I trip again.
Try to pour out tuna juice into sink and kids are still freaking out for ice cream.
Comments start flying from my daughter about how bad the tuna stinks.
Son grabs the cat's tail, cat freaks out, jumps up on counter.
Son grabs can of tuna and spills it.
Cat jumps down and starts eating tuna.
It's really just easier for me to mosey over to Subway and let them make a mess.