5/5 Giorno G. 1 year ago on Google
I
ordered
the
musculoskeletal
sandwich.
Instead,
I
received
chronic
back
pain,
neck
pain,
sprained
muscles,
and
a
fracture.
It’s
not
that
hard
to
get
someone’s
order
right,
especially
when
they
only
ordered
one
sandwich.
I
am
the
scary
shoe
bill.
I
also
ordered
the
great
garlic,
which
was
cooked
to
satisfaction.
Sweet,
sweet
uhm.
It
wasn't
until
I
sat
down
to
enjoy
my
meal,
that
I
realized
there
was
something
missing,
my
drink.
Why
didn’t
the
employees
make
it?
It’s
been
reported
that
Subway’s
Mr.
Pibb
descends
from
gods,
but
I
thought
these
were
just
stories.
To
obtain
my
drink,
I
was
instructed
that
I
would
need
to
go
to
the
back
of
the
restaurant
outside.
What
kind
of
nonsense
is
that?
Upon
arriving
at
the
back
of
the
restaurant,
the
only
thing
I
could
see
was
a
dumpster,
which
filled
me
a
sense
of
dread.
Upon
opening
the
lid
of
the
dumpster,
I
saw
none
other
than
David
Hardcastle
sipping
on
my
Mr.
Pibb.
It
was
at
that
moment
that
the
illusion
of
divine
was
completely
shattered.
Upon
not
being
able
to
handle
the
truth,
I
went
home
and
hung
myself.
Overall,
this
was
a
good
experience.
Fun
atmosphere,
great
service,
and
amazing
food.
Thanks
guys!
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