Well, we’ll certainly give this place the efficiency award. They have the production line thing down to a science. One guy gets your bread, passes it to the next guy for the cheese, then the meat guy, then the toppings and condiments, then the quick passing of cash, and you’re out. This particular branch can get pretty crowded at times, and the occasional elbow to the ribs isn’t unheard of, but they always manage to keep the line moving. The only sandwich I order from this joint is turkey–and it has the same taste factor as a moist pile of Post-It notes–so I’ve looked for anything to improve the flavor. I get the Italian herb and cheese bread, throw on some lettuce, onions, oil & vinegar, salt & pepper, and have actually been converted over to the Swiss cheese for that tangy flavor. I still refuse to put f’n cucumbers, green peppers, sweet peppers, olives, or any of that crap on my sub. If I wanted a salad, I would have ordered a damn salad! Seriously, olives on your sandwich? That’s nasty. I certainly haven’t seen any rapid weight loss like our friends Jared and Clay Henry, but I do feel not overly gross after eating a nice six-inch sub and a bag of colon-cleaning WOW! Doritos. [MF]
250 W 54th St.