Penn Station East Coast Subs — Restaurant in Columbus

Oh, let me tell you something, brother! When I stepped into Penn Station, I felt the energy surging through my veins, just like a championship match in the ring! But what caught my eye, yeah, right off the bat, was a sight that would make even the Macho Man do a double take. Oh yeah! Out the window, I witnessed a colossal family gathering. They were taking photos that were hotter than a fireball elbow drop! They were posing and laughing, united like a powerful tag team, making memories that would last a lifetime. It was a sight to behold, and I couldn't help but feel the love and camaraderie radiating from their group!

But as I stood there, brother, the contrast hit me like a piledriver. There I was, sitting alone at a table, like a lone wolf in the vast wilderness. Oh yeah! The hustle and bustle of the station seemed to amplify the solitude, and for a moment, I felt like an outsider in this sea of happiness and togetherness. However, as the Macho Man knows too well, life can be a rollercoaster ride, with ups and downs, twists and turns. And in that moment, I realized that every individual's journey is unique, and sometimes you gotta embrace the solitude, oh yeah!

As I settled in to devour my meal, I couldn't help but observe the family through the window. Their laughter echoed like the cheers of a triumphant crowd, and I imagined they were celebrating some glorious victory. But you know what, brother? Right then, I decided to celebrate my own victory – the victory of self-reliance and independence! The Macho Man doesn't need a crowd to feel alive! Oh no! I felt a sense of empowerment, embracing my solo dining experience, savoring every bite like it was a championship-winning moment!

So, in the end, I left Penn Station with a heart full of admiration for that big, beautiful family and a newfound appreciation for my own solitary strength. The juxtaposition of their gathering and my lone dining experience was a powerful reminder that life's all about embracing the diversity and individuality that makes us who we are, brother! So if you're ever at Penn Station and find yourself dining alone, don't sweat it! Oh no! You've got the strength of the Macho Man within you, and that's all you need to conquer the day! Ooooh yeah!

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I have missed PSECS. When I moved from Cleveland to Phoenix, a void was present since there were no PSECS in the desert. Then I moved from Phoenix to Dallas and was overjoyed that there was ONE store that opened in Grapevine, about 15 miles from downtown Dallas. I was able to go ONCE and the next thing I knew... CLOSED. I was devastated! Then, in 2020, I moved north once again and back to Ohio. I am so happy that PSECS has stores in Columbus, and I tend to visit once a week.

The subs are always fresh and appealing, down to the wonderful bread baked in house and make sure to get it toasted! The hand cut French fries are always hot and perfectly browned. And the daily fresh baked in house cookies? Well...they are on an entirely different level!

This 5th Avenue location is incredibly busy at the lunchtime hour, (11a-1p), so I do recommend pre-ordering off the website and just picking it up. Then, you can skip the sometimes very long line (akin to those of Chipotle.)

My only gripe with PSECS is that they have 86'd their incredibly wonderful tuna and chicken salad subs. The tuna was my go-to favorite sub for over 10 years. Then suddenly in 2019, it was replaced by the chicken salad, which now also seems to have gotten the chop. It was replaced with a new artichoke sub, which I did not care for at all. So if anyone from corporate is reading this, BRING ONE OF THOSE TWO MEAT ALTERNATIVES BACK! DO NOW! So, I would have to say that my favorites now are the Italian and the Reuben, which in itself is truly is an awesome experience to eat. When it's super messy, you KNOW it's gonna be good!

Make sure to go and visit any PSECS near you for lunch or dinner TODAY and thank me later for the suggestion... and you're welcome!

Oh, and don't forget...

I ate a pleasant -- but extremely brief -- lunchtime meal earlier today [8-21-2022] at Penn Station East Coast Subs [at 1257 W. Fifth Ave. in the "Fifth by Northwest" neighborhood of Columbus].

The COTA [Central Ohio Transit Authority] bus schedule on Sundays to and from that neighborhood is rather limited but had given me the opportunity to spend 30 minutes there or to spend 90 minutes there; I decided that I would spend 30 minutes there.

The door at the main entrance [at the top of the steps or the wheelchair ramp] had initially been impossible to open. I looked inside, saw people inside of the restaurant obviously working behind the counter, looked momentarily for a different door, and then pulled harder on the main door that did eventually open [the third or fourth time I had pulled on the handle].

I ordered and ate a "Dagwood" sandwich that had included "my choice of meats, cheese, toppings, and condiments." My sandwich had been rather simple: a small [six-inch] "Dagwood" with smoked ham, hard salami, pepperoni, and provolone [with nothing else].

I had requested that my "Dagwood" sandwich be served "cold"; however, for some reason, the multigrain bun on which it had been served had been "toasted" rather than cold.

Because my available time at Penn Station East Coast Subs had been so brief, I actually ate the remainder of my sandwich – wrapped up in the paper on which it has been served -- while walking back to my bus stop; my bus home arrived only a few...