Subway

Talk about being felt like we weren’t wanted. we happened to get there about 20 minutes before they closed and they made sure we knew that. a few people happened to come in after us and an attitude came from the girl working. we definitely felt like we were in the way of her going home.

I am a fan of the staff here. Whenever I go, I have two middle aged, friendly ladies and a hilarious young man.
They are such sweet people and the young man makes awesome conversation.
A sub is a sub, but the ones here are pretty generously made. ‘
It’s close to my work and is a nice, cheap lunch option.

The interstellar highway of franchise fast food fare doesn’t offer much in the way of healthy eats, and we usually choose Subway when we’re zippin’ around. Expect, well, precisely the same experience at this location as you would any other. The employees were cool, efficient, the place was clean, you know. What follows is the play-​by-​play of a parent who generally attempts to keep refined sugar at a minimum for his kiddo. It’s an endless challenge. Here’s why.
Let me set the scene: I’m holding the three year-​old, I’ve already ordered her sammy.
Cashier: Do you want just the sandwich, or the Meal?
(My thinking: Probably the Meal. Milk and fruit on the side, yep.)
Me: Sure, we’ll do the Meal.
Cashier: Great! Which bag?
Me: Kermit. We’ll take the Kermit bag.
(My kid smiles.)
Cashier: Great. So: cookie, chips or apple slices?
(I look at my kid. She’s beaming at me and glancing at the cookie case adjacent to her head. She’s never been offered such a choice and I’m not going to let her make this decision.)
Me: Apples.
(Kid frowns.)
Cashier: Okay, and the drink. Soda, milk or juice?
Me (to my kid): Milk or juice?
Kid: Um… juice.
Me: Juice.
Cashier: Great.
Me: Do you have apple juice?
Cashier: No. We have fruit punch.
Me: Ah, she doesn’t like fruit punch. Let’s go with milk.
(Kid stares at me, mystified and rather upset.)
Cashier: Okay. Chocolate milk, or regular?
(Kid expresses nonverbal wild abandon. She has no idea that chocolate milk exists.)
Me: Um, regular, please.
(Kid droops eyebrows and saddens. I purchase the goods and get out.)
Entitle me Shitty Parent of the Year (SPOTY), I don’t care. This precarious situation was pretty tough. My kid eats plenty of chocolate, it’s her weakness, a family crutch. But man, it’s tough to avoid the pitfalls of modern franchise sucrose. And really, Subway is about as good as nutritious chain food gets.

My favorite location for sandwich artists that serve up some killer ‘works’, or in this case– sandwiches! There are two guys who work here who have turned me into a fan of this place, stellar customer service, always clean and da’ bomb sandwiches to boot.