Subway

As far as Subways in Houston go: if I do not think «ew gross no way» then you have managed to do something right, unlike the UH subway fiascos, including the numerous disgusting experiences at the Law Center Subway in the basement. This one is a close shave of awful experience away from those experiences so I am going to lump them into the same boat.
Set in one of the more useless strip malls of the area, near the cultural nadir of Midtown where «polite» and «progressive» die a violent bloody death daily at the hands of the disgusting, morally reprehensible, and horribly-​bad-​at-​business owners/​managers of Union Bar sits this Subway. When you walk in it is dirty. Nice touch, it looks «lived in» — according to HGTV that is a good thing, right? Crumbs look so tasty.
If I had to do this job I would love smelling like sandwiches every day, but I have it on authority the smell eventually gets to you if the customers don’t, so I try to cut them some slack since I don’t work with meat and vegetables. The workers are consistently rude and seem incredibly put out to construct my sandwich in accordance with pretty simple instructions. Extra jalapenos … gee whiz, I didn’t know you personally had to walk to Guadalajara, covertly sneak in and integrate into the local economy, make some back room deals to find out where to find jalapenos, round up a posse of jalapeño hunters, go kill some jalapenos with a spear in a back alley, then hitch a ride back to Midtown to put the jalapenos on my sandwich.
The soda fountain seems to be experiencing quite a bit of neglect. Go nurture it, the soda cups and your customers will appreciate it.

Your typically Subway sandwich shop. Good (or bad?) thing is that they are not usually that busy so you can get in and out very quick.