Cheba Hut "Toasted" Subs — Restaurant in Tucson

We’re knee deep into spring and as the weather gets significantly warmer , a fully scortched summer is waiting on the sidelines ready to make everyone in town more volatile and a more secluded as we enter our air conditioned caves and curse at the rising electric bills. On the plus side, the traffic clears up because the snow birds have already taken all the saguaro cactus selfies and bought up all the single family homes in the area and are now headed back to the midwest where they can alienate and frustrate people back home.

Now two big holidays happen in April. Well 4 if you count April Fools and National Burrito Day. And trust me, I count those. But the other ‘quote on quote’ more significant ones are 4/20 and Easter Sunday. And not only did I just learn that this year they fall on the same day but I remembered I used to smoke out with a guy who looked like Jesus. I’m not sure if Jesus was a big fan of watching Pink Floyd’s The Wall or not really into cleaning his toilet bowl ever or constructing a ferret playground out of Amazon Prime boxes, but if he was, then this year is even more special. It’s a big week for holy ones as we have Palm Sunday which celebrates Jesus' triumphant entry into Jerusalem, Holy Thursday which commemorates the Last Supper Jesus had with his disciples, we have Good Friday, the day Jesus was crucified and then we have 4/20 Sunday where Jesus was resurrected, walk out of a hot-boxed cave holding a bunny rabbit, kept giggling to himself and hid a bunch of chocolate eggs for everyone to find while playing reggae on his JBL speaker. We should be thanking Jesus for telling everyone to chill out a little bit, love each other and eat some rabbit shaped Reese’s.

I can’t wait to be around a bunch of high people questioning why a dude in a giant bunny furry costume is representing the resurrection of Jesus and then the one guy goes down the rabbithole (see what I did there) with old pagan traditions and ancient numerology and all that. And what would make that even better is to be listening to all of that while eating something completely delicious like a toasted sub sandwhich. And the one year long 4/20 safespace food heaven in town that I’ve heard about was CHEBA HUT. So I wanted to do some pre-holiday reconnaissance to feel the vibe. I pulled into the parking lot and immediately felt a little more mellow. Like entering into a Stargate made of bong-water. It took maybe 4 seconds to walk past a guy in baggy clothes jamming out to Legal Dub by Sublime on the hood of his Ford Fiesta while munching on some sort of ball shaped desert. I asked him what it was and he slowly turned his head with smiling eyes and just belted out “gooooo balllllll. You wanna bite, man?” “I was told never to take goo balls from strangers” & then he laughed a little too hard & then his other hand extended what looked like a vape pen. “I was told always to take a hit from strangers” & he just kept nodding his head to the music and I indulged in a more than modest dose of the mean synthetic green before walking inside slightly happier, slightly more paranoid & definitely more hungry.

A giant hanging joint above the counter and a plethora of chill, dreadlocked sandwhich elves welcomed me as I floated through licking my lips & staring at the menu for what could have been 2 or 25 minutes. My squinty eyes darted back and forth between the Dank Pizza Sub & the Panama Red Chicken Marinara and then a few seconds later they just began to stare at the wall art as I started asking myself why cacti are shaped like that. Are they growing arms to mock us? I looked over to the dreadlock counter guy and asked him “hey man, what would Jesus order" & he acted like it was the most profound question he's ever been asked. Finally he said "probably the Pacific Blue Tuna melt, man" and then his coworker chimed in "no way in hell dude, he'd be all about the Pakalolo". "That has pork, idiot" & then they kept debating while I just grabbed and paid for a goo ball while gigging to myself on the way out. I'm definitely coming back for...

I first visited a Cheba Hut in Flagstaff while staying with/visiting my son. The service and food were great. My son mentioned there was a Cheba Hut in Tucson by the university. I told him the next time he was down in Tucson visiting we should go. Today (4/21) was that day. We arrived around 2pm. There was no line and we placed our order. Shortly afterward, several patrons arrived and also placed orders. It took quite a long time to get our food and when we did, IT WAS WRONG! It took another long amount of time for them to remake my sandwich (I'm allergic to onions and asked for NO GUAC and NO ONIONS) and to bring the items for my son's sandwich which they "forgot" to put on (these were regular items listed as part of the sandwich)??? When my sandwich FINALLY arrived, it seemed correct at first but after a few bites into it, I discovered a couple of chopped onions mixed into the "lettuce". My lips are swollen and I have a massive headache - THANKS A LOT!!

The music was blaring so loud you couldn't speak to the person at your own table without shouting!! Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with a "laid back" work environment; however, when the service suffers because of it a change is needed.

Fortunately, neither of us were in a hurry or under a time crunch but it would have been a different story if we had been. We both agreed we will NEVER eat at this location again. The Flagstaff location, on the other hand, is quite a different story and I will definitely eat...

This was my first time at the new location, but I visited the old location across the street numerous times. The food was always great but the atmosphere was poor and they must have had a swamp cooler because it was always hot and muggy. The new location had a great vibe, was clean, very spacious and well decorated. A bar was also added to the new location that expanded their alcohol offerings beyond beer. I got a cocktail that was fantastic, it was called the hot box. My girlfriend got a mimosa that was made with white wine instead of champagne, not quite what she was expecting. I had a Kali mist on garlic bread which was incredible. The bread was soft but had a nice crispy crunch on the outside, but not too crispy that hurts your mouth like some bread [I’m looking at your beyond bread! ;) ]. My girlfriend got a white widow which she certainly enjoyed. Everyone on the staff we interacted with was friendly and pleasant, except the order taker/cashier. He had a mask on with that said “don’t touch me peasants” or something similar, he was not pleasant what-so-ever and seemed irritated with us simply for ordering. Despite him the experience was great, all staff was great and a gentleman even came around several minutes after we got our food to ask us how everything was, which you normally don’t see near the university (for the most part). Will definitely be coming back, and certainly won’t let one unpleasant cashier stop me from giving a 5 star review which they...