Subway — Restaurant in Alberta

There was a girl there with a strong accent. Seemed upset when I said how are you doing. Told me they didn’t have what I wanted so I said ok let me look again. To which she rolled her eyes and sighed quite audibly. She put the main stuff on with the enthusiasm of a child cleaning their room. When we got to the veg, I told her what I wanted. This was met with another audible sigh. At this point another girl larger, glasses, no accent and very sweet came out. Asked me if that was all and took my payment. In the 10 seconds this took, accent girl somehow finished and wrapped my sandwich. Having never asked if I wanted sauce, salt and pepper, or simply to say is that all. When I finally got to my place and opened up the sandwich. There was none of the stuff I wanted. No salt, pepper no sauce. None of the veg I’d asked for. I don’t know how anyone can be this miserable. I was absolutely nothing but kind and respectful. I’ve never had any service in any industry that comes even close to this bad. And...

Alright, picture this: I’m sittin' in a booth, napkin tucked in the collar of my shirt, right? I take a bite of this Veggie Delite, and I’m thinkin'… this ain’t bada bing, but it ain’t bada bust either.

No gabagool, no prosciutt’, not even a little mozz’, but it’s got a crunch, ya know? Lettuce, cucumbers, them little banana peppers… they got zing. It’s light, crisp—like a salad on a hoagie roll. Meadow’d probably say it’s heart-smart. Me? I say it’s… respectable. Not somethin’ I’d whack someone over, but if you’re layin’ low on the meat—fuggedaboutit, it gets the job done.

I’d pair it with a bag of chips and a look that says, “Don’t ask questions.” Because a guy like me eatin’ vegetables?...

I work on the road and eat at subway most days. I order the same sandwich every time and have never been given grief. Today the middle aged woman that has been making my sub all week decided to direct an outburst towards me because I ask for the mayo zig zapped across the sub. Apparently it makes the mayo EVERYWHERE (on the knife) when she closes it. I was informed of this as she told me off and aggressively tossed the knife in the sink. No pleasantries. Terrible service. I wouldn't want that care given to my customers if it were my business. I guess I'll be finding another establishment to eat daily for the rest of the...