Subway

The owner doesn’t honor nationwide specials or coupons, don’t bother asking. There are plenty of other subs in the area, right next door at Harris Teeter for example.

We walked in and was happily greeted upon entering. We then watched sandwich maker handle money with her gloves on then make another sandwich. How gross is that… I don’t want a million people on my sandwich. We walked out

I dont know what all of the bad reviews are for. Its just another Subway and they are very nice to me and are also very reliable about making the correct food.

This place is the pits. The customer service motto must be «Crush Kill Destroy». These people are rude and obnoxious. They also fall very short on being sandwich artist. How can you mess up a tuna sub? When the rude employee told me that I had to pay for a sub order that I told her not to put mayo on but she did, I was done.

I agree with the previous review. I think the staff was in the twilight zone when I visited. Nothing clicked with them. I asked them for black pepper, the looked at me in a daze and sprinkled the oregano instead. Rather than offer to make me a new one or an apology of some sort, they just smirked and continued on. My bread dragged across the counter and fell off the sheet, and the staff was unfazed. It was just a really really odd subway experience. Subway zombie workers? Maybe.

This is one of the few Unilocal reviews that I have written. I don’t write them often, but my philosophy is that if I am so profoundly moved to put my pen to paper (or fingers to the keyboard, as the case may be), then I will indeed upload.
Now, as I write this, I do understand that we do not generally have the highest expectations for any Subway. The food is generally lackluster, with soggy bread, badly applied toppings, or any other myriad faults that the restaurant seems to indulge in with pleasure. But this particular Subway seems to be more gluttonous than the rest.
I ordered a simple chicken flatbread, a sandwich that does not require much expertise to create. I say this as a layman; while I cannot create the best, most complicated meals, I do understand that applying two pieces of grilled chicken to flatbread and sprinkling cheese on it does not tax an individual too terribly.
Here was the makeup of my sub: chicken, lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese on flatbread with light mayonnaise. When I asked for the first topping, the cheese, she sprinkled the smallest dose over the grilled chicken. I truly prefer to be as unobtrusive as possible, so I usually don’t request more. I tend to just eat it (the food and the frustration) and move on. But the smattering was so pathetic that I had to ask for more. It didn’t even cover half of the surface area of the two pieces of grilled chicken. When I asked for a bit more, she sprinkled what – I swear – truly might have been 10 more individual strips of the cheese. She paused here and told me, «More will be extra cheese.»
I work as a teacher, so I daresay that I am good at refraining from profanity in any public forum. But darn it if it didn’t nearly slip out. Instead, I quietly said, «No, that will be fine.»
At this point, I suspected my server did not believe in adding surplus toppings. Heck, she didn’t believe in adding sufficient toppings. But on we went to lettuce, and she was more than prepared to crush the rest of the food under several hundred pounds of barely-​nutritional lettuce! I was ready to get out of the little purgatory so I asked for light mayonnaise and decided to call it a day. Of course, she figured she could conclude covering up the crime with a layer of mayo on top of the layer of lettuce. Rather than spread the wealth, as any other societal deviant might to cover up their acts, she decided to just use mayo gouts across the whole of the sandwich to do the job.
Luckily, when I got home after painfully parting with my five dollars, I was able to apply my own culinary superiority (when compared with the establishment’) to repair the poor, undeserving sandwich. Meaning, I sprinkled more cheese over it and used a knife to scrape off globs of mayonnaise.
My students have been studying dystopia of late. I was struck by how well it applies here. This was a good example of a little perfect world – an establishment dedicated to healthy eating (or so they profess) at affordable prices – is made corrupt by the failings of the humanity – bloody pathetic portions with no congruity and poor preparation that results in the public – us consumers – being forced to live in a dehumanized state (all too often, with some end of our bodies in the basin).
One star. Generous.

Really awful breakfast experience here. We were the only customers in the store, and they took 15 minutes to put together two sandwiches and process my credit card. Then, the coffee was cold and instead of making another pot, they offered to just microwave my coffee. Are you kidding me? Go elsewhere — Panera is next door and is always packed. Now I know why.

they moved to an new space in the mall but service is still pathetically SLOW. sometimes at 11:50 am they only have one person working. It is poorly managed, horribly understaffed. Ridiculously slow. I just go to another one if its near lunchtime. Plan to spend your lunch hour in a slow line at this Subway franchise