I feel like Rachel Ray's evil twin when I talk about this place. Yuck-O!
This is located by a bunch of office buildings in the industrial part of the city, so I know who they're catering to. It's quick, it's easy, and I have a feeling that a lot of burly guys workin' fork lifts all day don't have the most delicate of palates.
However, I worked by here for a while and while I did sometimes I got stuck at my desk through lunch hour. Munch a Sub (we ended up calling it Punch a Pud) was my only hope.
The bread was always ALWAYS soggy. Their meat tasted like processed food stuffs instead of actual meat. Veggies were limp, sauces were wrong, things were forgotten. Munch A Sub should only be utilized in dire episodes of near starvation.