Subway — Restaurant in Saint Joseph

Ladies and gentleman, fellow sandwich enthusiasts, lend me your ears… Walking into Subway on a dreary Monday evening, I expected nothing more than the standard fare—a quick, functional dinner to fuel my day. What I received instead was an experience that launched me into another dimension. The moment I stepped in, I was greeted by the cheery, radiant smile of the sandwich artist. “Welcome to Subway!” she said, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. It was as if they weren’t merely employees but guardians of greatness, keepers of a sacred recipe. As I moved down the counter, each question she asked felt profound. “Italian Herb and Cheese or 9-Grain?” My soul whispered, 9-Grain, and I saw her nod, as if she understood the weight of this decision. I selected my fillings—turkey breast, pepper jack cheese , lettuce, tomato, onion, a drizzle of mustard—and the sandwich artist assembled my order with such finesse it felt like I was watching an artist paint their magnum opus. A modern day Michelangelo! A finishing flourish of salt and pepper? Perfection. I sat down with my neatly wrapped treasure and unwrapped it with reverence, my anticipation building. I took one big bite, and then… it happened. The flavor exploded in my mouth like a symphony of savory notes, crescendoing into a euphoric harmony. The bread was soft yet firm, the veggies crisp, the turkey tender. And the mustard—oh, the mustard! It tasted like it had been made by angels. After a phenomenal meal I left Subway that day not just as a customer, but as a believer. So, if you’re looking for a sandwich that might change your life and transport you to a higher plane of existence, you know where to go. 5/5 stars....

The only reason they got a star is theres no ZERO star selection. The photo below is only the first of five photos of my mouth bleeding all over my sandwich and napkins as I ate a sharp object in their sandwich in August. Passing through Missouri on my way to my home state and eating as I got back on the interstate crunched a rock type piece in my bite of sandwich and couldn't help it I swallowed it whatever it was something pea sized. A few seconds later realized that my upper lip was bleeding a lot and so was the bottom of my tongue. Long story short I reported to the manager who was rude and uncaring and the upper management called me as well as the meat suppliers for Subway. Nonetheless because it couldn't be determined which part or ingredients of the food the object came from NOTHING WAS DONE ABOUT IT ! IN OTHER WORDS their lack of concern was apalling. I had so many people tell me to hire an attorney but I thankfully did not need medical attention but could have, and as far as anyone there knows others could have experienced the same or worse. Just don't even go there. I'll never eat Subway again since then. Pathetic and very scary that they have no regard for the safety...

Just went through the drive through. My first time touch screen experience was mildly entertaining however the interface could be better.

Im pretty disappointed in the service I received this evening. I ordered almost 40 dollars in food for my family only to find out they only had wheat, honey oat and flat bread. Using the new touch screen you can pay before you even pull up to the window. Which turned out to be unfortunate because if I had known they were out of the bread I was willing to spend 40 dollars on I would have just left.

When I told the stereotypical high school space case that wheat, honey oat or flat bread wasn't something we wanted he was dumbfounded. After awkward silence I suggest a discount or something if I'm being forced to pick something I didn't want. He went to go talk to his manager. After about 8 minutes of waiting he came back to inform me he just got off the phone with a manager (Why isn't a manager working?) and they can't give discounts and offered me a couple of cookies. I was disappointed over the whole experience which lasted over 30 minutes in the drive...