Subway — Restaurant in Brisbane City

First impressions count and when pushing the front glass door, much like opening a heavy thick and rich mahogany door, to be consistently greeted with a warm welcome (likely underscored by "not these guys again" and the incredible physical feat of denying the instinctive eye roll) was like reclining in a much loved warm leather chaise lounge by an open fire, top pant button unbuckled with a fine vintage wine in tow – This is how one feels deep within ones loins when served by the likes of these fine ladies. And the smell... Ooo, that fresh Subway smell. My nasal rarely has treats comparable to this. "I've been waiting for you all morning" I'd think to myself when peering over the potential candidates to fill my large foot-long(ish) beast. I might even ponder about it the day before. The relief of just reaching this Subway eases the cloudy frustration of the office. The anticipation of the selection nearly becomes all too much. I'll take a deep meditative breathe, or relaxing sigh, in preparation before the process begins. Quintessentially, the Herb and Cheese in its full unmolested form is what does it for me, the crisp hydro-carbonized cheese encrusting the edges after melting. I can feel the saliva glands already secreting. “I’ll never post toast you” I’d protectively hush while denying their polite offer to destroy my sub; I like my innards cotton soft and fluffy. As I’d progress the line, typically with my dedicated sandwich technician sliding with me, it would be filled with memory to my favourite elements without an utter of my needs apon my breath. The resultant is truly tailored experience. I’m encapsulated. But it hasn’t ended yet! Oh no! The seduction of the often warm brownie is a must – an offer alluring temporary insanity via the oral senses. It barely makes the journey to the office, usually with the sauce slightly smeared across the paper, worthy of a good lashing [if only I wasn’t in a public place]. “Heath’s got subway again” I can hear whispered as I pull back the paper. Do I tear the packaging back like a horny pimply teenage boy, or take the more classy mature subtle approach? Well, I’ll leave that up to your imagination. Then it starts: “Is this alright?” I nod yes. “Then let’s begin” I close my eyes, open my mouth…. Ring Ring, Ring Ring… “Heath, where the F**K is my report?”. Reality prevails, but it was nice...

I just made an order on Uber eats. When the uber driver arrived he messaged me saying the worker was refusing to make the order. I called her, and she told me that even though it was 11pm, a full hour before the store closed, she didn't want to make any more orders because she had to wash dishes.

She was very rude to me and the driver, saying go away, get your money back from uber eats, and straight up refusing to make the order or cancel it on her end.

When I then threatened to report her behaviour to a manager, she hung up the phone on me, and made the order.

I've attached images of the order she made. It is very clear she intentionally made it inedible, further wasting not only me and the drivers time, but also valuable food in the process. She used the wrong bread, all of the wrong ingredients (didn't even contain Lettuce or spinach as the order requested), she then dumped an insane amount of sauce on the sandwich and didn't make the quesadillas.

I don't think this person is mature enough to be preparing food for the public

And for what it's worth, I felt bad about getting frustrated on the phone, despite how ridiculous the service was, but I stopped feeling bad when I saw the joke of a meal she had prepared despite being paid to do exactly that... make...

Hi, I ordered a classic chicken subway and my boyfriend ordered a meatball subway and we were extremely disappointed. To start things off the employee did not ask if I wanted my classic chicken subway toasted or not, following this, he proceeded to cough all over my boyfriends meat balls then proceeded to walk into the back room of the store and guzzle water straight out of the tap, we were both disgusted/turned off. To follow, all of the salad ingredients were as dry as the Sahara desert, with the onions looking like they were chopped by a chimpanzee using only a hammer. The employee also put a ridiculous amount of salt and pepper on both of our sub's. Overall this was an appalling experience as we order from this subway quite often and always have a positive experience. We would both appreciate full compensation as the sandwiches were absolutely unpalatable. This is extremely unusual for this location and we have both had extremely positive experiences prior to this. If I could rate it 0...