Subway

One of my friends lives in BFElroy and thus, we met up out that-​a-​way to hand off his set of hoon wheels and grab something to eat. If you look up «Murphy’s Law» in the dictionary, I’m pretty sure it shows a picture of my car with a flat tire and an interior full of someone else’s race wheels. Tires, tires everywhere, but not a one that fits. Seriously, have I sparked the rage of a vengeful God or something? But I digress.
As it goes with a Sunday evening in BFE, there ain’t nothin’ that’s open for munchies. A couple random taco stands were, but it was rainy and no. I kind of groaned at the suggestion of Subway, but lo and behold, this one’s not too bad. It’s in a gas station with a taqueria next to it, so if you can’t decide on munchies, well, there you go. There’s also tacos.
Admittedly, it’s been a while since I’ve been to a Subway, but my biggest pet peeve with the chain was the fakey squeaktoy cheese. This one had pepper jack and provolone that – gasp! – looked and tasted like actual cheese. Color me impressed. Also available: spinach, in case the thought of flavorless iceberg causes you to turn up your nose.
Problem is, it’s still a Subway, home of ingredients that just don’t seem quite right. The spinach was almost… too flavorful in a strange way? A little synthetic, perhaps? The regular mayo definitely feels as if it’s been lightened. The bread sort of turns to bread-​goo at the first sign of moisture. And oh yes, I still avoid the plastic fantastic American cheese slices on principle.
The real reason this location gets an «A-​OK,» though? Well, it’s not the food. It’s a Subway. You know what you’re getting. It is, however, the fact that they leave big squirt bottles of hot sauce – presumably for the taqueria, but who cares? – on the tables. If something from Subway doesn’t quite suit your fancy, you can kill it with delicious fire!
Thing is, everything about this location seemed to have a bit more than your average Subway. More ingredients. More sauces. More types of chips. The Coke machine alone had eleventy billion spigots, like some kind of magical corn syrup wonderland. And of course, it’s inside a big ol’ gas station mart – just in case you can’t do the HFCS and would like to grab a tea instead.
So, yeah. Two stars for the food. It’s…a Subway. Four stars for the endless salsa and the variety. So, that averages out to three. If you’re going to end up at Subway, you can do a lot worse than this one.

I work in the boonies. Specifically, right next to the Travis County Landfill and right next to the airport (a plane just flew over me). You know you’re jealous.
Well if I go a few miles in a any direction, I could find several fast food options, but sometimes you don’t want to go far. So when that happens I go to this Subway that inside one of those large gas stations. I love that I don’t know for certain, but I think it is a Texaco.
Anywoo, Lisa is what makes me come back again and again to this Subway. Have you ever been to a Subway? Yes. Okay then do I need to walk you through the Subway experience? I didn’t think so.
But Lisa makes it an AWESOME experience. Always with a kind word. Always telling me how pretty I look or that my accessories really go with my outfit (no she isn’t hitting on me). She just seems like one of those people who would be a light wherever you put her. Honestly, she makes me want to be a better person.
So if you are ever out here on the edge of the universe, and you are craving Subway. I recommend stopping in.