Subway — Restaurant in Lismore

I walked into Subway expecting a simple yet delightful sandwich, but what I got was a life-changing experience. The moment I stepped inside, the employees greeted me like a returning hero who just fought off Godzilla. Confetti rained from the ceiling.

I approached the counter and said, "Hey you, please make me-" and before I could finish telling the sandwich artist what I wanted they looked deep into my soul and said, “I know exactly what you need.” With a flurry of motion that would make LIGHT ITSELF jealous, they crafted a Sandwhich so immaculate-ly perfect that Michelangelo himself would shed thousands of tears. The lettuce was hand-picked by monks in the Himalayas, the tomatoes were picked in the ancient Tomato Town of the OG Fortnite map, and the bread? Oh-ho-ho-ho, THE BREAD was baked in the fires of Lord Shen's secret canon factory.😋💞🦚

As I took the first bite, time slowed down. Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 starts playing everywhere. My taste buds ascended to another plane of existence. I saw the meaning of life, and it was a perfectly balanced bite of terriyaki chicken, cheese, lettuce, tomato, and just the right amount of BBQ sauce🤤🤤.

By the time I finished, the employees stood in silent awe. One of them wiped away a single tear and says, “That… that was the greatest sandwich consumption I have ever witnessed.” The entire restaurant erupted into applause. A nonchalant man with a hat on, leaning against the wall comes up to me looking down, he looks up a bit, I see his smirk but not his eyes.

He then hands me the Sub-Scroll. I take it from his hands and slowly unroll it—it is an ancient scroll detailing the path to mastering the art of the sandwich. A single tear runs down my eye and my leg. The nonchalant man looks at me with the wisdom of a thousand sandwich artists and smiles, then nods. Everyone in the surrounding area puts their fist in their palms and bows to me.

"A sandwich is not just bread and fillings. It is a journey… and every bite is a step forward."

-Master Oogway (probably)

5 stars! Yeah I liked it.

(I made an animation for this review but google maps wont let me...

I don’t usually write reviews, but my recent experience at Subway absolutely deserves one — especially thanks to a young man named Lewis. From the moment I walked in, Lewis greeted me with genuine warmth and enthusiasm that instantly brightened my day. You can tell he takes real pride in what he does — not just making sandwiches, but making people feel welcome.

I’ve always loved Subway. There’s something comforting about watching your meal come together right in front of you — the smell of fresh bread, the colorful trays of veggies, the perfect drizzle of sauce at the end. But today was different. It reminded me why Subway has a special place in my heart.

A few years ago, I was going through a really tough time — long days, no energy to cook, and not much to look forward to. One night, I wandered into a Subway, exhausted and half-starved. The staff that night treated me like family, and that simple sandwich — fresh, warm, made exactly how I liked it — somehow made everything feel a little more manageable. Since then, Subway has been my little safe haven.

Fast forward to today, when I met Lewis. He didn’t know any of that, but his kindness brought that same feeling rushing back. He took the time to make my sub perfectly — even double-checking how much sauce I wanted, making sure it was toasted “just right,” and chatting with me about his favorite combinations. He even made a suggestion I’d never tried before (adding a sprinkle of oregano on top), and honestly, it took the sandwich from great to unreal.

It’s rare to see that level of care and friendliness in fast food these days. Lewis genuinely made my day better — and reminded me why Subway has been such a consistent comfort in my life.

Thank you, Subway, for hiring people like Lewis who make every visit feel personal. And thank you, Lewis, for reminding me that sometimes a sandwich can be more than just food — it can be a small act of kindness that changes someone’s day.

If you ever visit this location, ask for Lewis. You won’t just get a sandwich — you’ll get a smile, a story, and maybe even a little...

WOW. I’ve never been to a subway. But out of all the subways I’ve been to this is by far the best. And I’ve been to many subways. Once when I was a young chap only about yay high points out hand at about 4 feet off the ground I yearned for subway, and then one night I laid in the silhouette of my dark cold room. And then an angel came to me in the form of a mortar and pesal. The mortar and pesal told me that I must kill a dragon and claim the Lismore square subway foot long sub as a reward. So I began the journey of slaying a dragon. I trained 37 hours a day for 9 buisness years. Then… one day… I was ready…

I faced the dragon head on, heart pounding like a war drum as its molten eyes locked onto mine. The ground shook beneath its talons, fire spilling from its throat in waves that turned stone to glass. I charged through the inferno, vision blurred by heat and smoke, and drove my sword upward just as its jaws snapped shut inches from my face. Steel met scale, screaming as it bit deep, and black blood hissed across my hands. The beast roared, wings thrashing, but I climbed higher, every muscle burning until I reached its neck—and with one final cry, I plunged the blade into the glowing seam of its heart. The dragon convulsed, light bursting from its chest like sunrise breaking through storm clouds, and then it fell, lifeless, shaking the mountains as it hit the earth.

The subway was mine. And so I went to subway and an angel in the form of a man with a name tag that read “lewises way” showed me the way. And I claimed my subway. This angel was none other then the mortar and pesal angel from before and his real form was a man named Lewis. He had an earing which pointed to the fact he was an angel. He never said he was same angel. But I know deep down this is the same guy who came to me 9 buisness years ago. I...