Subway

Out of all the Subway locations I’ve ever been to, this one easily has the oldest tasting bread of the bunch. I know it’s only Subway, and it’s almost ridiculous to pass judgment upon them, but «baked fresh daily» is a huge part of their marketing plan.
Sure, the subs are an entire foot long. But they also suck. So, in the end, is it really worth it?
I’ve had a lot of great steak and cheese subs before, but none of them were made in a microwave.

Subway is a staple in my household and we frequent the warrenton location 2 – 3 times a week. Sometimes we visit this location so my husband can have beach burrito. On a recent visit the manager or person in charge was too busy flirting with the young man in back that she didn’t notice us for awhile. Then when I asked that my Sandwich be toasted she took it to the back and all I could hear was her and this young man talking at a loud volume. It was early morning so I understand the slacking off but not when there are customers waiting. The three stars are for the food, not the service.

I would honestly give this location a 2.5 Star rating. Subway is a great place to get a basic sandwich especially when they are running their $ 5 Footlong Deals for any sandwich. Sadly, their regular prices are not as desirable considering the quality (generic /​prefab).
Like with most places here on the coast, service has either been top notch or laughable. With attentive «sandwich artists» who pay attention and get the job done being more and more rare, service lately has been pretty weak and detached. We did get some free entertainment one afternoon when our «artist» who was only on the job for a couple of weeks, gave us a wild and wonderful show. Granted she was excited and friendly, but her mood was brought to us by a case of cooked Sudafed in a trailer in Chinook (just across the river) Her sandwich making METHod was as follows. Speak at a rapid rate and laugh constantly and nervously. TWEAKed the ingredients so they all fit on the bread. Make the sandwich while twitching and having alternate random conversations with herself. Dropping three sandwiches on the floor as you attempt to take them over to the toasting oven. REPEAT. Yes, folks, she dropped our sandwiches… all 3 of them… twice. At least she was consistent I suppose. Thankfully, a more experienced «artist» took over and ensured that we got our order. By the grace of her work HABITS, I am sure that it was WARRANTed that she move on to other pastures.
Wanted a meatball sub last night and had to audacity to drive to Subway and order one. Get a craving for one of these about once a year. After racking out my brains making the tough decisions about types of bread and cheese, consulting my Magic 8 Ball, doing a small pagan jig to inspire wisdom, & beginning to imagine the taste of the meaty and cheesy goodness in bondage between two slices of fresh, «we bake it here… well err, we heat it up here bread»… «Ummm, sir, we are out of meatballs.» FAIL Subway.