Subway

This past Saturday night, after dining at NOLA (stay tuned True Believers!) and before seeing Lewis Black at Heinz Hall, I needed to use a bathroom.
You’re gettin’ that deja-​vu feelin’ (see my review of The O and the Subway nearby), aren’t ya?
I went in, told the young, blonde, foreign woman –whose English-​speaking skills were just fine– my situation, and offered to buy a cookie since cheapskates and riff-​raffs often abuse the courtesy of a clean restroom.
She said, «No hon. If you gotta go, you gotta go!»
After I was finished, I came out and offered to buy a cookie regardless.
She gave it to me for free with a cloud-​clearing smile on her kind face.
«What? A 20?»
«But I should break it anyway.»
«Don’t verry about it!»
I may no longer like their sandwiches as much as I did when I was a younger man, but their customer service of late can’t be topped.
It’s not just about commerce; it’s about common decency.

I feel really silly writing a review about Subway, but this location bothers me like no other. I mean one thing that bothers me about all Subways are the one napkin rule and those darn sleeves they give you as a bag.
Anyway this location is a disaster. I hate being that person, but you cannot understand any of the employees which makes it very hard to order. If I were at a German, Thai, Korean, Chinese restaurant or even if I were at Epcot in Florida I would be able to take their regional dialect, but I’m in Subway I should be able to know that you’re asking me what type of cheese I want.
My other chief complaint is that they are so chincy with their vegetables. I mean. You know when you eat Subway you’re normally hungry probably 15 minutes later, so being a veggie hoarder doesn’t help my hunger pains. Every time I go in I have to ask them, «can you please put more lettuce on my sandwich». But as for light mayo and you get a pounds worth of dressing on your 6 inch sub.
There are plenty of other Subway’s in the downtown area so you have no reason to go to this one.