Subway — Restaurant in Louisiana

From the looming fires of my hunger I walked into Subway to cast my gaze upon the rows of gleaming produce and and indulge my nostrils in the scrumptious fumes of bread and toasted cheeses. The establishment was teaming with life and vigor, a trademark of a future sandwich dedicated to titillating the tongue. After a once-over tingling in delight I inserted my self in the long snaking line of sandwich lovers, cheese munchers, and lettuce connoisseurs alike. My mouth watered in whimsical wait as I selected my bread and cheese. Then as my young meal was unloaded onto that assembly line of luscious delight, I made eye contact with the long, lanky, beast of a man that would be smithing one of the most delightful flavors to ever gallivant over a virgin taste bud. He was reminiscent of a face I knew from many a moon ago and gave ownership to the same renaissance strengths and passions found in the artists of old who sculpted art in likeness to the gods. His name tag read Jarrett, a coincidence that played on the emotions through joy and jubilee. Like his almost-namesake, he possessed all of the charisma for the Subway sandwich chain but only a fraction of the tendency towards illicit sexual conduct. He was an artist and we were the patrons, begging for the next masterpiece of old! My sandwich was his canvas and the vegetables and squirt bottles of colored condiments his pallet: a rainbow of paints. He sweat. He slaved. He cursed. He swayed. But in the end stood victorious atop the slain dragon that is the grotesque amalgamation of stresses that come with sandwich making. His art was finished. I took it. I paid. and with the fruits of my search laid before me I bit in to the color of flavors and oh the pleasures of the senses. The cheese accented the bread most fluently and the sauces and layers of flavor fulfilled the promises of freshness given to me by many a sign and commercial. And I made eye contact with the mother of this gifted child of a sandwich with each bite. God Bless Subway! God Bless Jarrett of Subway! And God Bless the kingdom of flavors he will one day come to inherit! Oh how I offer it all of the huzzahs I can muster! But there was a tad too much mayo so I am giving this...

It was good but some of the workers were talking with eachother while I was ordering the sandwich which is ok but they seemed really rude to me and my mom. They also seem mad all the time. I wasn’t gonna make a review but honestly it seems very unpleasant there. It depends on the day but most of the time they seem mad. Or stressed. One worker is always slamming things when it gets crowded which made me feel uncomfortable. I understand it get crowded but it’s not my fault. the atmosphere was really bad. The manager should do better and so should...

Good sandwiches & nice employees! But the past few times I have eaten there, I've had to wait for at least 10 minutes while all the employees are busy making sandwiches for customers who have ordered on the app & are not even in the restaurant yet to pick up their orders. Why make customers who are standing in line wait so long? Am I not important because I didn't use the app to order? Why not have a couple of employees dedicated to app orders & other employees dedicated to providing good service to...