There is a strange energy in this over hyped sandwich shop.
Maybe it's the cramped space that becomes immediately apparent when you enter the front door. As you stand looking at the menu, the door opens behind you, and opens again behind you. Now the rush is on as the cashiers try to herd you like cattle to make an order.
With people breathing down your neck, you must hurry...HURRY!
I picked a LuLu Club, they asked if I wanted cheese on it and I told them that I did.
I told them I wanted a combo special...I don't even think there was a combo "special."
With the transaction completed I went to seek out a seat. But don't get the one by the pick-up window. Somebody while waiting for their sandwich is going to probably touch you with their backside.
So I picked a spot in the back. Damn, was this place loud. Loud music, loud employees and whatever else was going on.
Thinking I head my number, I made my way to the counter. I picked up the three sandwich's and managed not to offend the table sitting in the danger touching zone.
After eating my rather bland sandwich, I began to break down the bill. My combo sandwich with chips and drink was expensive by sandwich shop standards. I also noticed that the cheese the cashier asked me about was an additional item that I was charged for.
I reckon that I may have totally missed something between the dull, boring sandwich and the 19 year old douche bag worker that almost shoulder checked me while he was filling his drink cup in the already confined spaces of this place.
Never has the idea of a Port Of Subs #5 or a five dollar foot long ever looked or sounded so appealing.