Subway

The majority working there are rude. Their only concern is getting the customer out of the store. No public restroom nor is there a rest room in the complex…

I love Subway more than most, but do not enjoy a location that straight up tells customers they don’t care when homeless people and wanna be thugs HARASS their paying customers… Asking for $ is one thing, but getting in my face and bumping into me after I don’t give a drug addict in boxers money is frightening. Subway didn’t seem to care, and is accepting the unacceptable as normal.
Hire a damn security guard, like the awesome one at 711. Until then, you lost my $.

This place is right by a place I go for work and I try to come here at least twice a week. Service is always nice and the food is as good as Subway comes, which for me is quite good. Would definitely recommend to anyone who enjoys Subway or anyone looking for a tasty healthy fix.

Prime location! We were feeling like a bacon wrapped hot dog after Create (which is right around the corner) and for the same price we could get something at Subway. It’s 24 hours and it wasn’t packed at all when we left the club at 2am.

Wilson is very rude manager. He hate his job and hate every customer
Very dirty place

I get that this is Subway and I don’t expect 5 star service but DAMN! This is by far the worst customer service ever. These kids aren’t even trying to do their job. Management needs to seriously reevaluate their employee roster. Or who knows, maybe it goes higher up and management needs to be reevaluated.

Unhygienic and filthy. Rude customer service which would not let me wash my hands prior to eating. Refused service to me because they would not let me use their facilities. Talked to the manager who also mentioned they don’t have to let me wash my hands. Tried contacting corporate but their service form is down.

Not too many places to sit. A couple of tables that only sit 1 – 2 people. And they are right up against the counter, so if there is a long line of people, you are cramped.
OK to get a quick bite to go, but that’s about it. The parking lot has homeless people and shady looking characters; there is a shady quickie-​mart in the strip mall. Looked like drug dealers hanging outside. Be careful.

Generally, I hate Subway, but for some reason this one seemed to do a better, more tasty job. Maybe it’s because they asked me before loading up my sandwich with lettuce.

Subway is as Subway does. A fine tuna sandwich was enjoyed by all!

First off let me tell you that this girl that works at subway has the most shortest attention span. She asked me what kind of sandwich do I want and I said I want a 6inch turkey, toasted, no cheese on 9grain. Ok, she got the bread, then she said what kind of meat do you want, I said turkey no cheese toasted, she then said what kind of cheese do you want, I said no cheese. URGGHHH WTF!!! Are you serious? Then when me and my boyfriend got to the register to pay, she asked US what kind of sandwiches we are getting. Didnt you just made them!!! WOWOWOWOWOWOWOW

Okay, your business is sandwiches. Right? Right? A walk-​through of the steps to make a sandwich at home is something roughly like:
Find bread. Toast, if necessary.
Put condiments on bread.
Load up with fixins; I prefer the meat to touch the mayo side, the cheese on the mustard side, but you know, not a big deal.
Cut sandwich in half.
Eat.
Unfortunately, everything at this Subway has to happen in order of where the ingredients are located in relation to the «sandwich artist:» something that is as arbitrary here as building the sandwich by alphabetical order. It goes something like:
«What kind of bread do you want? Don’t think too hard on this one; it won’t look anything like the picture anyways.»
«What kind of cheese do you want?» (Actually I kind of want mayo and-​) «Yeah but what kind of cheese?»
Various meat-​ish substances.
«Other» ingredients, mainly featuring giant mounds of stale iceberg lettuce.
And *finally*, condiments. Condiments that are just squeezed into the middle of the sandwich to be lost in the flavors of the rest of the food, and to never, not ever, serve their purpose of tempering the dryness of the perpetually flavorless Subway bread.
Look Subway, I know that I get what I pay for with you. And I know that I pay for it because I’m too lazy to make food for myself. Just, can you not give me attitude when you make this so-​called sandwich? You’re right. I know. I shouldn’t have asked.