Subway

Nice fresh sandwich, fast service as all subway around. Staff could smile more, they look exhausted.

This place doesn’t even deserve one star let alone 5. To me, if a person is spending $ 10 on 3 small gaturade drinks, he deserves to use the batroom. These fucking west indians or fucking pakistanis, I don’t know where he was from, he says to me; there is no bathroom. I say; where do you go? on the fucking street? than he says; is it an emegency? I say yeah it is. He desides to ask his friend in another fucking language. They deside there is no bathroom. Fuck you both.

I come here when I can’t make up my mind where to go or lunch. It’s quick and easy and I know I won’t be disappointed.

730pm. You see a small line of people getting sandwiches. Must be working late, too tired to cook. Yup, I’m one of them.
The $ 5 foot long promotion has been my savior. The best and healthiest flavors: oven roasted chicken breast, black forest ham. Finish that off with some sweet onion chicken terriyaki sauce.
The restaurant is rather small, most people take out.
The guy making the sandwiches is ok, pretty generous with toppings and pretty quick.
I’ll be back on one of those long days.

surly «customer service» and they make up their own pricing on the fly that contradicts their signage. There are more in this general area and I’m done patronizing a store that doesn’t want my business.

A decent location, lots of seating in the back, they’re very generous with toppings.

They must have been having a pretty good day today because my sandwich was yummy!
The restaurant is tiny (no real space to eat in, from what I saw). Very narrow area for standing in line/​ordering. It wasn’t dirty… but the place felt a little old.
The workers were all very friendly and not as impatient as I’ve come to expect from some of these places during lunch.
My sandwich was decently balanced and toasting is always yummy.
Two minor things:
1) my husband got a combo, and I just wanted the sandwich, but the cashier ran both of ours up as combos. It might have been a mis-​communication (since my husband did indicate that HE wanted a combo and that our sandwiches were together), so it’s not a big deal.
2) they ran out of the syrup for the root beer at the soda machine. It came out half root beer and half seltzer (yuck). Fortunately, I noticed that it didn’t look right and opted to get the lemonade instead. I let the cashier know that they were out of root beer, and he politely thanked me.

Normally I wouldn’t bother to opine on a chain restaurant such as Subway, but this experience deserved special mention.
Nestled comfortably between a faux Irish pub and a sex shop, this is my ‘regular’ Subway when i’m in need of my $ 5 dollar foot long fix. Service is normally pretty good, as are the quality and quantity of ingredients.
On today’s visit, it was unusually slow. I imagine the beautiful weather had convinced most potential customers to brunch al fresco. The employees had obviously taken this downtime to dabble in combustible psychoactive substances, as my sandwich artist, like any true bohemian, was higher than Ricky Williams on the Australian outback.
With a blissed out look on his face, he tittered softly to himself as he assembled my sandwich. The act of singling out slices of turkey was too much of a task, so he swathed great piles onto my sandwich.
Vegetation was another tricky matter for my budding Willie Nelson, there was simply too many ingredients to remember. Halfway through, he had forgotten that tomatoes had already been applied, so he put on another dose. Same went for the pickles and then he whimsically asked if I wanted more cheese (I had abstained from any cheese from the start).
Finally assembled, the sandwich resembled a monstrosity of organic matter, a nightmare from a David Lynch horror. However he charged me the normal $ 5 foot long price, though the sandwich easily was enough for two.
As I waited for him to ring me up, I pondered at the quality of product that they could afford on a meager Subway salary. Though it had obviously gotten the job done, it was most certainly of cheap quality.
These fine gentlemen were doing a public service with their mammoth creations, and were clearly enjoying themselves doing so. They deserve better.
So I tipped them $ 3.