Subway — Restaurant in South Carolina

My experience wasn't too bad like I've read on these reviews. Although I did have to ask that the lady during the day to change her gloves and for more parmesan ( I get it the shaker wasn't great for dispensing parmesan so I asked her to take the lid off and give me more) she was friendly I give her credit for that and the store looked nice the guy in the back though he needs to smile more and welcome his guest. Stop looking so mean to the man in the back. The only thing that I saw during my experience other than what I explained above I believe glove change in should be every single order every time you touch something that's not food.

121523 I went in there and bought a footlong today and normally when I do that I eat my first half and then I eat my second half later. My bread is never rock hard when I eat it later after being toasted today it's rock hard and I can't eat it....

Ordered a protein bowl. If I am already paying $10 plus please try to get my meal correct. Forgot to add Sriracha sauce which I was unable to notice until I got home called the store to try to get them to make it right and got a tiny half-hearted apology with no sincerity from who I assume is the owner or the manager. It is a shame because I do enjoy the protein bowl good bit but I will not be going back to this location again and since there's not one closer to me I guess that I will be finding a different restaurant to eat at from now on. For anyone who is considering ordering there I would caution you to check all of your food before you leave if you order because they don't care once they've got your money. The sad thing is I've been coming here on again off again for 26 years and it's really gone downhill with this most...

In the realm of the mundane, where flavors dare not tread, Lies the grim and sorrowful land of the Subway bread. Their sandwiches, a mockery of true culinary art, Are constructed with the finesse of a dull, broken heart.

The lettuce, a wilted lament, the tomatoes bruised in shame, The meat, a desolate echo of a once proud name. Each bite is a battle, a trial most profound, A journey through textures where joy cannot be found.

Oh, Subway! Thy name is a whisper of despair, A testament to blandness beyond all compare. In this hollow cathedral of processed despair, I bid thee farewell, with naught but a silent prayer.

Yeah, this place sucks.

The coupon came to exactly the price I expected. The problem I had was the food. The poem was about how terrible the food was. It didn't...