Subway

don’t think I will come back again. They tried to use a dirty knife on my sandwich and they did not put what I really wanted on it at first. Attention to detail is key when it comes to making food for people. I didn’t really enjoy my time eating here. I didn’t even eat all my food… So why the 3 star. Same reason why everyone else is giving a 3 star.

This one’s located inside the Atlantic Mall, down the stairs from Target and several hallways from the Atlantic Ave subway (as in, train) station.
It’s a totally average Subway. Service is decent, the food is as you’d expect. The only reason to come here is that it’s convenient if you’re shopping or heading to a game or concert.

Service was terribly slow, sandwich was sloppy, there are little bugs flying every where.

I love Subway! Very convenient location in the Atlantic Mall and the healthiest option. I tried the smokehouse bbq chicken sandwich on Italian herbs and cheese. Boy was it good. I have to pay close attention but they’re the only location so far that actually had tomatoes. Pretty clean and quiet space to reboot your system after a workout like I did.

Dirtiest Subway I have ever been to. They messed up my order (but did fix it quickly) but then the fountain soda was all flat. They insisted it wasn’t and refused to replace it. Not going back.

Here’s what I respect about Subway. Their website clearly states their calories, and you can customize your sandwich online and get an assessment of the nutritional value of your customized meal. Their soups are not heavy. You can control your calories when youre dining at subway by choosing a light dressing option and choosing a bottle of water instead of a fountain drink. Besides, you can never get enough vegetables in a day. Eat at subways, don’t go to McDonald’s.

In my view, Subway is the most insidious fast food franchise around – even more so than McDonald’s, that traditional symbol of evil American corporate-​capitalist homogenizing excess (how appropriate that Subway recently surpassed McDonald’s as the world’s #1 fast food chain). While the Golden Arches does have its trickery, like salads that are basically made of a cow and prepackaged apple slices that no living child would willingly or quielty accept as a substitute for French fries, you at least reasonably know what you’re getting into by eating there, even if due more to cultural consciousness than any effort on the part of corporate headquarters. Subway, though, consciously perpetuates the lie that theirs is «healthy» fast food, parading around that former-​fat-​guy mascot of theirs who presumably carries all his extra Subway sandwiches in that giant pair of fat-​guy pants he’s always being photographed with. Even their napkins proudly pit the caloric and fat content of their wares against the signature items of McDonald’s. And right from the start, this comparison is deceptive and flawed. Aside from conveniently leaving off rather important nutritional info such as say, sodium content, and the fact that only about a fifth of their menu meets their claimed calorie/​fat levels of which they’re so proud – leaving America to ignorantly believe it can chicken-​bacon-​ranch its way to fitness – if the only way you can parade yourself around as a paragon of healthy eating is by using fucking MCDONALD’S as the measuring stick, then something is very, very wrong. That’s like when I «won» the math division of my fourth-​grade science fair with my amazing «experiment» involving Fibonacci numbers (a piece of green poster board listing all the Fibonacci numbers I could fit, in sequence), because not even science fair kids were dorky enough to enter the math division of the science fair, and thus I was the only entrant. (Also, about two decades later, I may finally admit that my mom did all the work.) Side note: What the hell is a Fibonacci number.
But I digress. Even Subway’s slogan, «Where fresh is the taste,» is a lie; if you’ve ever eaten at a Subway, or even just stood around in one and smelled, you know there is absolutely nothing «fresh» about any of their ingredients, unless you count the mold cultures that seem ready to spring to life on their slimy surfaces at any moment, or they are «fresh» in the sense that they secretly come to life at night and brazenly pinch the asses of passing, easily appalled ‘60s housewives.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is I kinda hate Subway.
But really, breaking it down: the bread is unfulfilling, awful, and grows stale seemingly the instant it touches your mouth. The lettuce looks and tastes like something that a monster made of much healthier lettuce violently sneezed out. The meat is both extremely stingily doled out and so thoroughly processed I’m surprised it doesn’t have a logo on it. Unlike their favorite punching bag, McDonald’s, which at least has – I’m sorry – DELICIOUS fries, and «food» so unnatural and impossibly fatty that it basically exists on a separate dimensional plane from real food and thus invalidates comparison, Subway tastes like a stale, bland, sterile substitute for an actual sandwich, as if eaten while under the lingering effects of Novocaine, with a clothespin on your nose, in the midst of a feverish fugue state. There are, at best, two nice things I can say about Subway:
A) I like how they smell. I’m sorry, but I do. Their bread smells much better than it tastes.
B) They are cheap. Mother, they are cheap. Especially with the $ 5 foot-​long promotion, especially if you don’t mind some particularly pathetic leftovers the next day.
And that last part, really, is the key to Subway’s success, at least in my eyes, and those of many other poor and/​or miserly sacks like me. Because no matter how disgusting, or unappealing, or despicable I find them, sometimes, life means you have to make compromises. That is to say, when you’re making far less money than you’d like, eating half a $ 5 foot-​long today and saving the other half for tomorrow is a supremely cost-​effective – if soul-​betraying and tear-​wrenchingly pathetic – lunch plan.
Subway: Where tears and soiled pride are the taste.