Subway

What does despair TASTE like?
Pretty much a 6-​inch meatball marinara sub with banana peppers, giardiniera, and copious amounts of black olives.
The apathy in the young woman working here tonight was downright… INSPIRING. It was clear that she have an inkling of interest in being a sandwich artist, yet she crafted one of the most unintentional masterpieces I’ve eaten at a subway.
As she flung the bread on the table I pondered its origins at the yoga mat factory. In a neanderthalithic tone she said, «Cheese.» It was neither a question nor a statement. The marinara sauce and 5 meatballs (yes, not the four that she was instructed to use) slid around on the pseudo-​bread as it entered the toasting oven. She began piling black olives upon this mess, and didn’t bat an eyelash as one of the meatballs spilled out. She just wrapped it in the sandwich’s bag with no attempt to put it back inside the bread.
A true non-​conformist, this woman’s creation was the million-​dollar splatter of black paint upon a white canvas. It was indicative of the blurred line between prosperity and destitute that you can find on Broadway.
It was yin and yang; it was a calm breeze and a torrential wind of a hurricane.

This was my second time at this particular subway and the service was excellent, the guy that made my sandwich was fast and very efficient; furthermore, my sandwich tasted very good and the ingredients and condiments were very fresh and tasty. I would definitely eat here again and recommend that my family and friends eat here as well.

Thank you, Subway, for your efforts in helping me practice my Zen. I admit, I prefer to know in advance when I sign up for such a course, but sometimes such lessons are most effective when sprung upon the unsuspecting.
Admittedly, you couldn’t have known that I had just come in from a serious calorie-​burnin’ yoga class, nor that I had not yet eaten anything today and was therefore ravenous. And I truly admired the way your sandwich artist so perfectly crafted my all-​time favorite tuna with spinach and jalapeño — I would swear I could taste it all the way from the other side of the glass.
But then, my little piece of nirvana all wrapped up and ready to go, I got to the checkout station. And waited. And waited. And waited, while the line stacked up behind me and the poor hapless employee fought with the POS system. And when, after multiple reboots and the intervention of a manager, it still wouldn’t accept credit cards, your manager decided to give me the ultimate opportunity to practice my Buddhist detachment — by taking the delicious sandwich away and informing me that, unless I could pay cash, I would have to leave it behind.
Despite the fact that it was ALREADY MADE. And that it was hardly my fault the system wasn’t working. And that it would’ve cost absolutely nothing extra to simply comp a few customers their sandwiches as an apology for waiting in line for fifteen goddamn minutes at what’s supposed to be a fast food joint, and gotten you some significant goodwill, to boot.
I’m sorry, but the complete lack of professionalism here trumps even the convenience and niceness of the location. I’ll patronize other Subways from now on.

I wouldn’t normally write a review for Subway; but it is worth noting one employees service. Jeramiah was great, and made sure that all the vegetables used were fresh. He also noted on the sandwiches the veggie and turkey. Much appreciated man. Thanks!

Many Subways throw their sandwiches together — I have found that this location, consistently, makes a great, neat, tidy sandwich. They take their time and carefully place the ingredients on the bread. I eat here at least twice a month — and it’s always great and well done. –and the neighborhood is not that bad — as Robert S implies. And I find it so hard believe they were out of everything he wanted — It always seems very stocked up to me — and very fresh. Most Subways I would not recommend — this one — I DO.

I don’t care HOW much the city’s spent trying to whitewash Broadway in the Uptown/​Buena Park neighborhood with new sidewalks, cleaned-​up storefronts and attracting new big box retailers. This neighborhood is still iffy and the riffraff denizens who lived here back in the early 90s when I lived here are STILL HERE. They never left.
Which is why my trip to this new Subway location was particularly bad. If the three guys who came in & started looking around at diners eating, then left without buying anything didn’t make me nervous, perhaps it was the guy outside a few feet from the restaurant’s big windows shouting obscenities at some invisible presence who did it.
They were out of tuna. Had just one type of bread left. Out of spinach. Out of Diet Coke. And to top it off, the «sandwich artist» mouthed off a few insults about not wanting to add veggies to the meatball sub, saying that, «you don’t see lettuce and olives in the photo up on the menu, do you?» Jerkazz.
It takes a lot to piss me off about a Subway because these guys usually work hard and are used to umpteen million requests. Congrats, Subway #38 326. I think you are the worst Subway I’ve ever visited one time.