Hidden in the back of a gas station. The atmosphere is a little cramped. You’re surrounded by $ 1 bags of gummies, questionable beef jerky, and stacks of energy drinks. As long as you make it past the gas station cashier who will stare at you with a «You da one who shat all over the walls in my bathroom?» face, then you’re golden. As far as Subways go, it was about average. They were out of pepperoni for my Spicy Italian, which was a bummer. The Buffalo Chicken foot long I got instead was still good. The veggies appeared to be reasonably fresh.