Lock Stock & Barrel

Philly cheesesteak was even better than my high expectations. My girlfriends turkey club was awesome also great portions for the price. Mozzarella sticks and pasta salad were also awesome.
Great variety of chips and drinks also. The options are so plentiful you will have a hard time making a choice.
If it was closer or easier to access we would come here weekly or more. A hidden gem.

This is a greatest sub shop in the Shenango Valley! The subs are huge and stacked with layers of meat! These sandwiches are better than any subway sandwich you could imagine! Subs are bigger than 6 inch and 12 inch too. Staff is friendly and service quick. They have take out or dine in. The restaurant is also very clean and prices can’t be beat. They had hot sides as well such as mozzarella sticks, fries, etc. Enjoy!

Best subs. Best bang for your buck with a good portion of meat. Puts Subway, Quiznos, Jimmy Johns, or ANY other sub place to shame. Better for carry out than dine in.

It is true that the staff are far from friendly but the subs are amazing! They are usually very busy and they take your order in a very matter of fact way. The meat is sliced there, the bread is so fresh and they’re generous with the fillings. I recommend giving it a try!

An interesting new co-​worker and Roy Orbison lookalike named Sam who commutes to and from Youngstown, Ohio (!?!) had been telling me for weeks about… a recurring nightmare…
Knowing that I have a reputation for scarfing down ludicrous amounts of food, Sam wanted to test me. One day last week, he arrived an hour early, arranging to meet me at a picnic table on the warehouse campus during my lunch.
It was a day as bright as an advanced placement student. The sun glared onto the cars in my employer’s parking lot, nearly blinding me as I exited the darkened building in which I toil.
If this reads like a street fight to you, it was.
Out of Sam’s car came a sandwich wrapped in white paper. It was two feet long and contained 2 pounds of meat alone.
«I made a detour for ya,» Sam told me. «Sharpsville. Lock, Stock, and Barrel. They got this here hoagie…»
He handed it to me. I went to the table, and feverishly unwrapped it.
It spoke to me.
«I heard ’bout you. You city boy. I’ll stuff you sick. You can’t eat me. You can’t beat me.»
I opened up the morning-​fresh bread and poured the oil and vinegar that came with the sandwich onto the market-​quality produce that lay inside it.
I had less than a half an hour.
«I’m wagerin’ you can do it, Darren,» said my poker-​faced colleague as he leaned back in his wooden chair, rubbing his chin
I took a bite and chewed and chewed and chewed, my jaws aching not even 14 of the way in.
Sam lit a cigar. A good cigar.
«They’ve been there 30 some years, and the same ladies are still there, the same ones that were there when I was a kid. They cut the meat fresh for each sandwich. You’re eatin’ two pounds of deli meat right now,» Sam mentioned while pointing his finger at the titanic, titular torpedo, tobacco smoke spewing from his mouth.
Minutes later, a crowd gathered.
Now I knew I needed to put on a show for the people, and I needed it to be a win.
The meat was luscious, the cheese alternately soothed with cream and bit with enzymes. The tangy vegetables crushed like underbrush. The hearty bread threatened to do me in.
With 30 seconds to spare, the grinder known as the Italian Nightmare was but a daydream, and the only hero left standing was me.
«See, I knew you’d do it,» said Sam. «I just wanted to see for myself if you were legit. You are.»
Later that day, I barely touched the dinner Kay made, and for several days after that, she barely touched me.
Women have the patience of saints, especially when their men do dumb, macho shit, like eating giant submarines for instance.

Every time I go I get a half 6 with cheese, best meatball sub I’ve ever had. My ex loved the half 18 mayo only too.

Used to be good years ago… not so much anymore… staff is just miserable and always seems put out when your ordering… sorry people… if you dont like serving the public maybe you should get another job… I think the only thing that keeps his place alive is the fact that people from Sharpsville refuse to leave Sharpsville so they have to make due with what is in town.

If this place truly has the «best subs in the Valley» then ladies and gentleman it’s time to move out of the sticks.
I ordered something that’s my measuring stick for sub joints, a Philly cheese steak, and it honestly was just Steak-​ums on a roll with some Cheez Whiz — not that I have anything against the Whiz on a Philly mind you — but there