Subway

This neighborhood should be ashamed of itself. You all should have driven this S*&T HOLE out of here by now. Rude, lying staff, no restrooms that work (wonder if the health department knows that) and it’s a pig mess inside.

They’ve got guac! Not sure when this started, but I didn’t see it a few weeks ago so maybe it’s only at a few subways.
Pretty busy around lunch but they’re quick enough and there is a good amount of seating inside.

I am a sucker for coupons.
«Buy a 16-​oz Seattle’s Best coffee and get a free breakfast melt sandwich.»
OK. I think I recall that Johnna M. said she liked their breakfast sandwiches, so I’ll go next door on my way to work and pick up a coffee and one of their muffin sandwich thingies.
Johnna, I love you, but you are clinically insane.
First of all, if this is truly Seattle’s best coffee, I weep for Seattle. Second, Subway’s «bacon» (and I use the term very loosely” has the consistency of a leather saddlebag flap, the «egg» is some kind of preformed, ages-​old imitation egg by-​product, and they even managed to make the muffin taste like it was made out of thousand year-​old millet.
In short, folks — I retract my earlier statement — Subway is not emergency food. If you find yourself in an emergency, go raid the dumpster behind Petit Robert and keep far away from this house of swill.