Hoboken Sub Shop

Everyone has their own taste, but this place has always been my favorite for subs. I have lived and visited other states, yet this place is special to me. It was an after school hangout spot that served the best Italian hoagies I’d ever had. AND I’ve tried others and NONE compare. Yes, there are high school girls running the place, who have always been nothing but sweet and helpful. Even my husband who was born on the West coast after newly moving here LOVES their subs and their secret hot pepper sauce. Folks, it doesn’t say it’s promising a gourmet experience or a NY/​Chicago deli experience. It is what it is. A small town place to grab a quick bite to eat.

Went there once and that was one to many times. Very dirty and smells like cat urine. Don’t even dare look into the kitchen prep area. Hoagie was ok, nothing special. There are better places in Benton to eat.

We stopped in for breakfast and it was good. A hearty meal for a reasonable price.

What a place with their teenie bopper waitresses. It’s a sub shop not a bar! Took my infant grandson and my hanicapped mother their today Monday Septmber 8, 2014, we sat at a table. So we are waiting and waiting to be waited on, so after 15 minutes I go up to the counter and the teenie bopper says sorry we don’t wait on tables, you have to come up here and order and pay, then we will bring you your food. I said really, what would you like me to do with my infant grandson, who is sitting in his carrier? I guess I should have tried to put him up on their 5ft counter or on their flithy carpeted floor… The owner must just want teenie boppers there cause I have only ever seen teens there… Guess what owner eventually those teenie boppers will have you out of business for being so lazy!!! Maybe your just as lazy as they are… oh yes and the horseflys take the cake… maybe the teenie boppers should kill the horseflys and hire a new wait staff that wants to work…

Note: I don’t have a street number for Hoboken Sub Shop, but it is right across the road from Fritz Tastee Crème. That is, if you wanna go, and I would advise against it.
Last weekend, before going to Knoebels, we regrettably ate here.
My «Italian» sub was passable, but the only Italian meat to be found on it was salami, and it was a stingy helping at that. They must slice their deli meat on the premises if the electric slicer was any indicator. The fresh roll and chunky tomatoes almost saved the hoagie. The macaroni salad I ordered as a side was also above edible.
Note the lack of enthusiasm in my review. Wanna know why that is?
The service and atmosphere were both entirely unacceptable, the food not being of high enough caliber to rise above poor management. Kay and I waited 40 minutes for our brunch as squadrons of horseflies buzzed about the restaurant. Servers ignored us to instead chat with regulars who didn’t seem to mind having insects land on their meals or dealing with a staff that moves in slow-​motion. The number of employees seemed to be more than adequate, and on a Sunday morning, the place wasn’t all that busy. Come. On.
The 2-​star rating is my generous nature rearing its big, dumb head. We should have saved our appetites for Knoebels or at least let Kay’s grandparents make us a nice breakfast before we left.