Subway — Restaurant in Becker

This subway in Becker mn has terrible service!...stood in line, them making the sandwiches, to paying for our food...took half an hour...1 girl making sandwiches, while there was 4 to 5 ppl working.. they all see us in line plus other ppl..and only 1 girl was doing all the work. Finally she told this one girl who continued to do other things like garbage, which clearly didnt need to be taken care of right at that moment, she could have helped the girl out way before hand. She kept looking at all of us while the line was getting longer and longer...and ignored us...also during this time, my sandwich was being made, a fly was crawling all over my sandwich to which I said, I will not eat that due to that fly...seriously, gross...she was going to just continue with that sandwich after seeing that fly walking all over it while she stood there waiting for something in microwave to get done...never comming back to this...

This is the third time I’ve gotten an incorrect online order. Today, it’s freezing cold and we decided to grab subs. Two of three were incorrect. It all comes down to the double meat, it shows clearly on the order that I requested that and it wasn’t there. She mentioned writing it in the notes, but no one should have to do that when it’s on the order and you’re charged for it. I called and spoke to a woman and she was very kind but indicated they can’t do anything with the app. I use the app to save money and get rewards. So it’s disappointing that I have to email the corporate resolution desk. On top of the subs being done incorrectly, the bread was under cooked and under proofed. They also shorted me two cookies, which isn’t a huge deal but they should offer some sort of...

I am absolutely devastated. Today, I walked into Subway with hopeful anticipation, craving only one thing: the legendary footlong cookie. My heart was set on it, my taste buds yearning for that perfect blend of sweetness and nostalgia. But alas, as I approached the counter, I was met with crushing disappointment. "Sorry, no footlong cookies today," the employee said apologetically, as if they hadn't just shattered my dessert dreams into a million tiny, crumbly pieces. In that moment, all joy fled from my soul, leaving behind only the hollow ache of unfulfilled cookie cravings. How could this happen? How could such a tragedy befall me, a humble seeker of sugary solace? As I left the store, defeated and despondent, I couldn't help but wonder: Will I ever taste true...