Subway

This is attached to a gas station convenience store but it was nice, clean and just like every other Subway I’ve been to. Don’t let the one star review scare you!

Anyone who has followed my dispatches for any length of time knows that I like duck any way I can get it. Bright-​pink roasted breast meat, slow-​cooked Czech-​style duck, duck confit — and don’t get me started on foie gras — I love it all. But no cooking style delivers the combination of succulent meat and crispy, brittle skin that one gets from Peking duck.
The secret to a great Peking duck is extracting as much moisture from the skin as possible; dry exterior, plus hot oven, equals supercrispy skin. Air is forced into the cavity to separate the skin from the meat, and the ducks are hung to dry from 10 to 24 hours before heading to the oven. Done right, it’s a thing of beauty.
Traditionally, the duck is carved tableside and served with cucumbers, scallions, plum sauce and hoisin sauce, along with crêpe-​thin pancakes or puffy bao, for diners to assemble. The participatory nature of the dish is half the fun for me.
Long ago, Peking duck was the kind of dish available only by special request and advance notice. But the dish is so popular that many restaurants offer Peking duck on a daily basis. And, with one of two notable exceptions, is a very affordable treat.
But… When I can’t get that duck I usually just go to this Subway and get the 6 inch Italian toasted.

I don’t like it. Not friendly and always get the sense they’re shorting you on meat. Other subways put more meat. No use arguing with them. They get one star!

This place was abysmal. It’s attached to a Valero gas station. I stopped to get gas and was hungry so I decided to eat here. I had my dog with me and I was able to park right in front so I could see her in the car from the tables.
I eat at Subway usually at least 3 times a week so I am very familiar with how my sandwich tastes, or should taste, and what I got this night at this place was nothing like it.
First of all, I walked in and there were 4 or 5 employees who appeared to be around the age of 16 behind the counter. That’s fine, my first job when I was 16 was fast food too.
So I ordered my usual sandwich: 6 inch veggie sub on flat bread (toasted). Provolone cheese, lettuce, green pepper, onion, honey mustard and a tad of black pepper.
The young fellow who was my «sandwich artist» post toasting phase (someone else laid out the cheese and inserted it into the toaster) put such a scant layer of lettuce on that it didn’t even come close to covering the surface of the flat bread. I’ve never had to do this before, but I asked if I could have just a little more lettuce.
A 3^rd fellow rang me up, I don’t even think he was in a uniform. For southern people, they were surely not very personable.
So I sat down at a table and took a bite of my sandwich and realized that it wasn’t toasted. They put it into the toaster but apparently didn’t turn it on. Or it was broken. Something. It was totally disgusting. Barely edible, in fact. I wasn’t about to have them remake it though.
My regular Subway location at home puts this place to absolute and utter shame.