Firehouse Subs — Restaurant in Alexandria

I've spent this last week REDACTED VERB a ring of REDACTED PLURAL NOUN that was embedded in the state of Louisiana. Untidy work that truly knackers up an appetite. My team and I encountered a spot of trouble one evening in a town called Alexandria. All of my associates - I had not been working with them for long - had the gall to get themselves eaten or REDACTED TRANSITIVE VERB, leaving my body a tad battered. Bordering on incapacitation, I made haste from the dark scene with the REDACTED PLURAL NOUN hot behind me. The streets were thankfully empty, both for the demands of operational security, but especially for the fact that I was in a state of nature. (My garments had become REDACTED PAST PARTICIPLE in the aforementioned kerfuffle.)

Needless to say, I was in a downright narky mood when I burst through the first door available to me. The rearward entrance of this very 'Firehouse Subs.' The shop was empty aside from myself and the owner, who was closing for the night. Despite my terribly presumptous entrance and vulgar demeanor, the proprietor of the fine establishment proved himself a charitable gentleman of the highest calibre, possessing quick hands and a quicker mind of the sort I haven't seen outside of REDACTED NOUN. After an understandable moment of hostile uncertainty, he spotted the REDACTED PLURAL NOUN still on my heels, secured the use of a solid bailey and made cracking good use of it upon my unwashed pursuers as I collected myself. Once these nearest threats were eliminated, the American gentleman secured the door and made a series of inquiries to me; both as to the nature of our predicament and the whereabouts of my wardrobe. I obliged, and stressed the necessity of maintaining privacy from public knowledge, to include lawful authorities. To which he proved surprisingly affable. As to our situation, it wasn't marvelous. More of the plebeian creatures were gathering outside seeking a structural weakness in the establishment, but though it was proving incredibly resilient to their efforts, it was only a matter of time until the dodgy chavs would make a breach. We had to make do.

The American gentleman made a masterful assessment of our situation. Judging my weakened state, he handed me a mysterious sarnie - that I later found to be called a 'bacon ranch Sub' - lathered with the contents from a strange hot sauce bottle. From the moment my teeth sank into the perfectly baked bread, through the hale cuts of bacon and into the delectable garnish, my mind nearly forgot my tricky situation. As the fine fire seared my mild English palate, I could feel vigor and life flood back into my battered body.

As I was enjoying the greatest sarnie I'd ever enj.... No, experienced. The American Gentleman made other preparations. In quick order, he gave someone a buzz from his phone, and assuaged my feeble protestations -made between bites of manna - that those he summoned were the finest hooligans capable of the darkest secrets and darker work. He finally handed me fresh clothes, professional black coverings emblazoned with his franchise's logo, complete with a cap to secure my momentarily dishevelled hair.

With my strength and dignity restored, a blade in hand and the proverbial American cavalry on their way... The Proprietor and I faced off against the Plebean REDACTED NOUN that were just beginning to make entry.

Between the four of us, we made short work of the REDACTED PLURAL NOUN well before daybreak. And as the American gentleman assured me, the pair of skilled hooligans proved themselves dependable, all signs of the battle were cleaned from the shop before morning light. In summary, I must give all praise to this Firehouse subs. The American Gentleman who owns it is absolutely capital. Its employees are as loyal as they are accurate. The building is sound, the environment now pure of REDACTED PLURAL NOUN, the food is immaculate, and the hot sauce restores fatal wounds.

10/10 Shall eat...

I was a little disappointed for my first visit to Firehouse Subs in Alexandria, Louisiana for a few reason which I will go into detail further below. For those who do not want to read the entirety there will be a TLDR at the end.

Food Quality and Flavor: 4/5 Let's start with the good point of the meal. I ordered the Firehouse Steak and Cheese, medium, add mushrooms, with no sides. This was actually one of the best Steak and Cheese subs I have had in a long time. The meat and vegetable were sliced properly and just enough cheese was given to provide flavor, but not enough that when you bite it pulls the rest of the meat out with it. The only reason that this does not get full marks is due to the fact that the blend/distribution on the sandwich was not done properly. Two of my bites resulted in only peppers and onions, which is not exactly pleasing when you are expecting a juicy meaty bite.

Food Temperature: 2/5 I understand that the restaurant is fairly new; Second day of opening at the time of review, but when I got the food I was expecting it to be piping hot. Instead I got this lukewarm meal that felt dissatisfying on multiple levels. The meat actually tasted good, but there must be a fan that blew directly on my sub while it was being stacked because the center of my sandwich was cold.

Accuracy of order: 2/5 Granted I should have caught this during my wait for the order I am still irked that they did not put 'light peppers and onions' on my order like I stated at the counter. Might have solved the blend/distribution problem mentioned earlier. I asked for it and confirmed with the person I was eating with that I had stated it and it wasn't done.

Timeliness of order: 1/5 I was expecting a 10-15 minute wait time like the lady in front of me was told the wait time was (I was never informed of how long it would take). It ended up taking 35 minutes to get the order to me. This is one of the reasons why it baffled me why the order was cold as I was expecting to be freshly made. I would not recommend going there for a lunch break if you only have a 30 minute lunch.

Portioning: 2/5 I really did enjoy the sub and it left me wanting more due to the flavor, which should be a good thing, right? Well, when half of your sub is only bread and the order is mostly the vegetables that you asked them to go light on, not really. I really hope that it was a mistake on the portioning, because the pricing does not match up to the amount of food I got.

Pricing: 3/5 I spent $8.26 on this sub. It's not a bad price for the flavor, but it was a horrible price for the number of discrepancies that happened.

Overall Satisfaction: 2/5 I will state first that despite all that I did not enjoy I will give this place another shot. I live by a 3 strike policy and I will continue to do so. The food tasted good, although cold and untimely. The staff were friendly and the dining area upkept. If they work on a way to streamline the order making then I will probably enjoy this restaurant a lot more.

TLDR: Food tasted good, but was cold and inconsistent with order put at counter. Food took over half an hour to receive. Price was about average, but not worth it for the experience. Don't go there on a 30 minute lunch break. Will try again due to 3 strike policy. Currently would...

It was a blisteringly hot summer day when my rag-tag band of toddlers and I decided to descend upon this restaurant. I was motivated to based on the glowing reviews of family and friends who prided themselves on being delicatessen experts. (The kind that say a deli shouldn’t advertise “eat fresh,” if mushy, rotten veggies and mystery meats are parceled out.)

It was a challenge to find a parking space, as nearly everyone in town was there.

However, I was astonished by how quickly the line moved in the jam-packed establishment.

The children were bestowed shiny, red firemen hats by twinkingly-eyed staff, and I was able to navigate the menu and make my order while the offspring stared slack-jawed at the gorgeous mural of our city’s heroes patroling the historic downtown.

The children continued to examine the walls for all the memorabilia. Just when the oldest was asking if he could lift the fireman’s ax off the wall, the devastatingly fast staff rushed our sandwiches to us.

I was treated to a bliss of meditative quiet while the tots devoured their Hook & Ladders.

As much as I try and run damage control when we are out in public, crumbs fly like wood chips from a beaver with a deadline on his dam.

Before I even had time to bend down and awkwardly wipe the deluge up, a courteous staff member rushed forward and calmly swept the aisle.

She bent down after her successful efforts of maintaining order and interacted sweetly with the younger child who had executed the offense.

This food is appealing to all ages, deliciously fresh and gloriously satiating. The establishment is also kept pristine and the staff and management are extraordinarily accommodating and full of that Southern charm.

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