Subway — Restaurant in North Carolina

At first impressions this is a standard fast food a la carte style submarine sandwich shop but dig a little deeper and a world of wonder opens to ones pallet. While most of the employees are the average type of sandwich assemblers there is one that rises above their peers. Hazel, that magnificent artisan of dough. I know not how she manages to construct a simple meal into the hearty, delicious dish I have come to adore, yet she does. When one expects the standard mystery meat and marinara meatball, she somehow digs deep in that writhing pool of slop and dredges up from the cyclopean depths, a sphere of mechanically separated unicorn flesh that has the savory flavor of legend. When others in her field would place lawn clipping they call spinach on ones lunch, Hazel manages to procure tiny sheets of pure sunshine condensed into chlorophyll picked with love by the aged hands of an elderly eastern European spinach framer using only their ancient techniques of plant husbandry passed down from the Romans of old. Somehow she manages to bake loaves of bread using mother yeast found in the ruins of Babylon and spring water from Eldorado. They way she wrap her 6-12 inch hand crafted culinary miracle is akin to the nimble hands of the most skilled of Santa’s elves. These skills and more she performs with kindness and grace higher than that of the saints. Six starts Hazel...

There was 2 workers here when I went to get my sandwiches. The Male was very nice and greeted us with the attitude and professionalism expected.

The female on the other hand came out snacking her lips, rolling her eyes and with a sharp tongue. You could tell she did not want to be there and she could care less about the customers. I asked for salt and pepper, extra pepper and she grabbed the container that was mixed with salt and pepper and just started dumping it on my wrap. I had to stop her and let her know it was the combined shaker. She got an attitude with me but I was still gonna just tough it out. She mentioned the salt/pepper thing 3 more times while I tried to play it off.

Then she started making my wife's sandwich and rolled her eyes and rudely asked "what else" even before my wife told her the first thing. That was the final straw. I had to walk out. I will not be returning to this subway again.

P.s. I went to the subway on the corner of 10th and Greenville and they were amazing. Bravo to that subway. 180° difference...

We ordered delivery which should have included 1 sandwich, 1 wrap and a little pizza. Food gets here and the ingredients for the sandwich were on the wrap and vise Versa, and no pizza to be seen. Couldn’t get up with anyone so my husband had to go to the store only to be told they didn’t have the box for the pizza so they just didn’t add it to our order(even though we paid for it) then made a new wrap and sandwich. Fast forward to getting home only to realize they didn’t add the ingredients we paid more for and didn’t toast the wrap like requested. I will never order here again. I’m out money and my husband is having to deal with a hungry aggravated pregnant wife and hungry toddler. Thanks...