Subway — Restaurant in Sherwood

Sign on door cash only. Okay. Gave my very basic order. Took 3 times for the girl to get it right. Had to repeat every part of it. I thought well maybe she’s having a bad day. Then went to pay. Asked for drink and oh fountain machine is out. Well that wasn’t posted on the door. So went with a mildly cool bottle of soda. Was told the total. Handed a 100 dollar bill. Oh we can’t accept that. That wasn’t on the door either. Luckily I had just the right amount in singles. Even better get a few miles down the highway and literally after three bites something isn’t right. Pulled over and the meat was definitely not right. Which didn’t end well.

If you can’t keep your food / beverages / checkout orderly then close your doors as you more than likely will put someone in the hospital. Unacceptable. Better to risk loosing potential sales by simply closing for day than providing an unfit product for consumption. As well as associated basic business standards for customer service.

Sherwood needs restaurants but not the likes of this.

Sadly I will...

so online there is no more original Italian sub which was amazing and have no idea why it would be removed. Now there is a hotshot Italian which was so empty when I opened it I thought it was my veggie delight and thought they forgot half my veggies. The loaf has been disappearing bit by bit over the years and subs will be non existent soon enough. The Italian cost more now that it is the "subway series" yet you get less, it's basically just pepperoni (although I didn't even see the at first) . It's come to the point where I only eat subway during the FLBOGO b/c it's just not worth it otherwise. w/o the free footlong, I'd rather go to jimmy John's or firehouse and spend $20 on a huge, stuffed sub and I'd rather drive all the way there too. Jersey Mike's will do as well. I can't explain how DISAPPOINTING and sad my sub was after like 30 years of LOVING subway. Google will not let me upload from my files on Chromebook but I will certainly share a photo of the...

First of all, the sandwich artist (if that's what they're still called) grabbed the bread, adjusted his hat, and then continued to make my husband's sandwich like nothing happened. The entire time having the same pair of gloves on. When he asked what I wanted, I requested he put on clean gloves and explained why. He did put clean gloves on for me and seemed to be more conscious of what he was touching from that point on. Second of all, he forgot my cheese. I had to tell him twice that I wanted pepper jack cheese. Each time it was like the first time he heard it. Next, he appeared to be so high he couldn't even roll my wrap up. It took him several minutes to figure out how to roll it and it still looks a mess. We will definitely not be back to...