Ugh. Nope. Not going back. Never. With another subway 2 blocks up on 5th Avenue and 8th Street I won't go into Crack Macs subway again.
Let's start at the beginning. Walk up the stairs to Subway and there's no one at the sandwich counter. I wait. And wait. And wait. Finally after about 7 minutes I call out "Uhm hello? " Nothing. I call out again and get "Stop yelling. I'm right here. Jeez.!"
Strike 1.
No hello how can I help you. Instead I get a growled "are you ordering something? " (no I'm here for your sparkling personality.)
Strike 2.
After telling the sandwich 'artist' what bread I wanted and what sandwich his personal cell phone rang. AND HE ANSWERED IT. Left my sandwich sitting on the counter and proceeds to chat. Finished his call and goes back to making my sub without changing his gloves. I ask politely for him to redo my sub and he grumbles something under his breath. Proceeds to make a new one, I'm happy. Till he rings through 2 yes 2 subs. I mention I'm only paying for one he grumbles some more, and charges me for one.
Strike 3 (deserving of a phone call to head office on Monday)
I ask for a receipt and a bag and he tells me that they don't provide receipts for single subs and they only give bags when you get a combo. UGH. Then. I get home and my sub is slathered in siracha sauce. Awesome. Never again.