Subway — Restaurant in Kapuskasing

Atmosphere: Entering this place felt like being trapped in an apocalyptic wasteland where all hope has been extinguished. The second I walked in, I could hear the faintest hum of broken lights, like the restaurant was haunted by the spirits of failed food dreams. The air smelled like burnt plastic mixed with the decaying remains of yesterday's fast food, leaving my nostrils to fight a battle of unbearable proportions. The décor—if you could call it that—was a nightmarish combination of mismatched furniture that looked like it was scavenged from an abandoned scrapyard. The walls were smeared with mysterious stains that had likely witnessed crimes against taste. The tables? Sticky in a way that made me question if they were still adhering to some unholy pact with filth.

Service: The service was so horrifically bad, I’m convinced the staff had been taken over by malevolent forces. The person behind the counter didn’t greet me, didn’t acknowledge my existence. In fact, they didn’t even see me. I think they were lost in some kind of existential crisis, questioning their life choices. When I tried to ask for a recommendation, the employee stared at me blankly, as if I had just asked them to solve the mysteries of the universe. After what felt like an eternity, they handed me my sandwich, but I’m still not sure how they managed to make eye contact long enough to process the transaction.

Food Quality: The sandwich… the sandwich… It wasn’t just bad. It was as if the universe itself had conspired to make it the most wretched, vile creation imaginable. The bread? It was as dry as the surface of Mars and tasted like it had been baked in an oven made of regrets. The crust had the texture of cardboard, and it was more brittle than my will to live after experiencing the horrors that awaited inside. The fillings? Oh, don’t even get me started. The lettuce was limp and grey, like it had been plucked from the back of the fridge at a run-down gas station. The tomato was squishy and repulsive, a near-sentient blob of mush that may have been alive at some point. The “cheese” was a sad, rubbery slab that tasted like plastic had tried to impersonate dairy. And the meat? I hesitate to even call it meat. It looked like the remnants of a nightmare cooked up in the bowels of a meatless dystopia. The flavor was an assault on my senses—like licking the bottom of a dumpster after it’s been through a rainstorm.

Cleanliness: There is no word in the human language that can accurately describe how filthy this place was. To call it “dirty” would be an insult to dirt. It was as though filth had become sentient and decided to throw a party. The floor looked like it had never seen a mop, and there were crumbs scattered like confetti at a celebration of doom. The walls were grimy, as if they had been touched by thousands of hands that had never known soap or basic hygiene. The napkin dispenser? Empty. But I’m not sure I wanted to use anything from this place anyway.

Value: I paid an absurd amount of money for an experience that was nothing short of a cosmic tragedy. For the price of this culinary abomination, I could’ve purchased a plane ticket to the moon—where, I’m convinced, the food would have been infinitely better. I feel personally betrayed by this establishment, as though they took my money and, in return, handed me a one-way ticket to an existential crisis.

Overall Experience: I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. From the moment I walked through the door, I felt like I was being punished for some ancient sin I didn’t even commit. This restaurant doesn’t just fail—it actively destroys everything it touches. It’s a disaster on every level. It’s an assault on the senses, a betrayal of taste, and a tragedy of human ambition. If you value your sanity, your health, and your basic humanity, DO NOT ENTER. It’s not just bad food—it's a violation of everything that is good and pure in this world. I can only hope that one day, the universe will come to its senses and erase this place from existence.

Never...

A Truly Horrendous Experience — 0/10 Would Not Recommend

Where do I even begin? This “sandwich” restaurant is a complete disaster in every sense. If I could give negative stars, I’d give it a thousand.

Atmosphere: The moment I walked in, I was hit with the smell of stale bread and what I can only assume was an unidentifiable blend of cheap cleaning products. The decor looks like they bought it at a garage sale, and the dim lighting made me question whether I was in a restaurant or an abandoned warehouse. The tables were sticky, the chairs creaked like they were on the verge of collapse, and there was a weird buzzing sound in the background that I couldn’t escape. It was like a scene from a horror movie—except the real horror was the food.

Service: The service was as bad as it gets. The staff acted like I was inconveniencing them by simply being there. The cashier couldn’t be bothered to smile or make eye contact. They handed me my sandwich with the enthusiasm of someone who just learned they had lost their job. I asked a simple question about the menu, and the employee looked at me as if I had asked them to solve a Rubik’s cube. When I finally got my order, it took way too long, and there was no apology for the wait. I’m convinced they forgot about me and were too lazy to fix their mistake.

Food Quality: Now, let’s talk about the so-called sandwich. I have never experienced anything so poorly assembled in my life. The bread was dry, stale, and tasted like it had been sitting out since last Tuesday. The “fresh ingredients” were far from it. The lettuce was wilting, the tomato was mushy, and the cheese was a sad, rubbery mess. I swear they used the cheapest deli meat they could find—if you could even call it meat. It tasted like someone slapped a piece of plastic on my sandwich. And don’t even get me started on the “special sauce.” It was the most bland, unidentifiable paste I’ve ever encountered. I couldn’t tell if I was eating a sandwich or an art project gone wrong.

Cleanliness: The restaurant itself looked filthy. The floors were littered with crumbs, the napkin dispenser was empty, and I’m pretty sure there was a suspicious stain on the wall near my table. The bathroom? Don’t even ask. I walked in to find a broken sink, a clogged toilet, and an overpowering smell that made me question if I should just hold it in until I got home. It was like they hadn't cleaned the place since it opened.

Value: The price is absolutely ridiculous for what you get. For the amount of money I paid, I expected something edible, at the very least. Instead, I got a sad, overpriced disappointment that left me hungry and regretful. If you want to experience disappointment in a bun, this is the place for you.

Overall Experience: In conclusion, this restaurant is an absolute catastrophe. I wouldn’t wish my worst enemy to experience such a travesty. From the service to the food to the overall environment, it’s clear that they have no idea what they’re doing. If you value your taste buds and your sanity, I highly suggest avoiding this place at all costs. I’ll never be back—and I hope you don’t make the same...

Hi. Today I ordered a footlong on this store. There is an employee named rikin he is very rude to us and denied us to provide the service. I mentioned in the order to grill the footlong but when i reached to pickup my order i noticed that my footlong is not grilled and he didn’t informed me about that. When i asked him he told that grilled is not working. I asked him to show me at first he argued with me a lot but after when he realized i am not going without grilling he told me you asked for more veggies and you already took 4 sauces. What does that mean? Is this subway promotes? I paid for my food and he is telling me you already took more quantity in veggies as i ordered on my online app. After giving all the excuses he grilled my bread. At the top most my veggies patty is not even heated up its full frozen. What quality you guys are providing in subway. I also noticed as there is a white guy who came to order the footlong he told him that its our closing time so we can heat up the bread and he put the cheese without asking the customer and when the customer asked for the cheddar cheese. The guy rikin pick up the cheese from the meat and put back in the container. I am pure vegetarian person and its against our religious beliefs to eat meat and he put the cheese back in the cheese container which is put on the chicken footlong. This is the professionalism subway provides to their employees. Never going to visit...