It is, at its core, another Subway. I wouldn’t have even stepped in if the breakfast joint next door wasn’t promising a 15 minute wait. But I came in and got myself a breakfast sandwich and, God, it felt good. The woman working the counter was a decent human being and treated me like one, and not just another slob ordering a sandwich. It felt good, being acknowledged. We didn’t get into a long conversation, but it was just good. I sat down and ate my sandwich and perused a book and was recharged. So, yeah. Your mileage may vary, but that sub tasted good, and my soul was refreshed. I can’t imagine getting anything more from a Subway restaurant.