That’s what I was thinking of, Bosstone - Vietnamese subs have introduced me to carrots on my sandwich, and I ain’t never going back.
The Pizza has never been advertised nationwide to my knowledge. It was supposed to go nationwide some time ago, but it is entirely possible that after poor market performance or even changing market research Subway shelved those plans in certain areas.
You are responding to arguments that I did not make.
Martin Hyde, if I wasn’t married I’d propose to you right now. I love me a good Subway rant (Anyone remember the “A root is not a fruit” thread? I do!) and I swear to god I’ve kept about 3 local franchises in business by eating miles of veggie, turkey and ham subs. Since you’re so knowledgeable about Subway - does this mean you own a store?
You made a statement and I responded to it. Not saying you were arguing about anything, just that you seemed to imply that the complaint was not worthy. I think we all get that his complaint is not the worst thing happening in his life. Does it HAVE to be in order to go in the pit? Obviously not. I was exagerrating to make a point. Sometimes people do that. 
Here’s what you said:
“it must be so nice that this is the worst thing to complain about in one’s life.”
Here’s my response:
"OK, still not getting why people insist that a minor irritant doesn’t belong in the Pit. Again, it’s kind of a fun break to participate in a Pit thread that doesn’t involve total douchebaggery and mockery of tragedy.
Am I not allowed to say my throat hurts just because there are people in the world with tracheotomies? I can’t be in pain and discomfort with a broken leg because there are people in the world without legs? Yes, I’m exagerrating…but, Jesus!
I Pit people who get their panties in a bunch just because someone’s Pit isn’t “worthy” enough. Isn’t that basically threadshitting?
Boo Hoo Hoo!"
What’s next, pickled beet? (Sick Aussies…)
People really don’t think when they order food. I worked for a small hamburger chain one time when a customer ordered a “plain” cheeseburger. In our restaurant, as in several other similar restaurants, we are trained that “plain” means no condiments. No ketchup, mustard, pickles, or onions. Beef, cheese, and bun only, period. We made the customer’s burger as ordered. He brought it back, visibly upset and angry. He said, “I ordered a plain cheeseburger and you guys didn’t put anything on it.” I responded to him that that is how we are told to make a plain cheeseburger. He replied, “No, what I meant was I didn’t want any extra stuff like tomatoes, lettuce, special sauce, or whatever. I did want what you normally put on it.” While that may have been a valid interpretation, ordering an item plain, in most hamburger places, means they don’t put anything on it. If you don’t know what comes on it, then ask. The counterperson will gladly tell you. If you want something left off it, then be specific. If you want something added to it, be specific. If you don’t want it messed with, then just ask for “a cheeseburger.” If you don’t ask us to leave anything off, we won’t. If you don’t ask us to add anything other than the normal toppings, we won’t do that, either. But most regular customers of a burger place (particularly those with children) reasonably come to expect that “plain” means “naked.”
In South Australia, ‘everything’ used to include beetroot. Then suddenly in the last 12 months they’ve started treating it like it’s 24-carat gold and charging an extra dollar for it. 
Beetroot. The stuff comes in tins and costs bugger-all.
I stopped going. I was okay with them cutting down on the fillings so it was literally two tiny slices of capsicum per 6-inch sub. I was okay with the over-abundance of lettuce (no such thing as ‘light on the lettuce’, apparently).
But when they decided that it was unnatural to want beetroot on a sandwich, I moved on to better places. (Which turned out more expensive but realllly good in terms of food quality, so I should probably be grateful for the beetroot thing.)
Quit trying to “reform” the Pit, you silly git. If you don’t like it, don’t read it.
That’s fine. I do respect that, but don’t begrudge me the right to make a philosophical point as well. I mean, many people here would probably lament about how spoiled a rich person is when they complain about the quality of food that seems to most of us like very expensive delicacies, or when that same person is upset about the prospect of paying a slightly higher tax rate. To most of us, it seems like that person is so lucky to not have the concerns many of us do about making our next rent payment or keeping our job, and perhaps even comes off as hopelessly unaware of the hardships of people outside of their tax bracket. Likewise, it must seem shocking to people living in war-torn countries where they can’t even get a clean glass of water that someone on the other side of the planet is complaining about not getting jalapenos on their footlong sandwich-- actually, the complaint is not that they can’t get them, but that they have to ask for them specifically to be put on. It just seems kind of ridiculous. I’m not saying that they’re not entitled to complain, or that their complaint is not valid. Certainly, I get upset about such things that don’t really warrant the anger I invest in them. I doubt that any of us are immune from that. Anyway, I’m just reflecting a bit. I didn’t mean to get sanctimonious or step on anyone’s toes.
Subway is like this in the U.S. Even if I slowly specify very. light. lettuce, usually they’ll grab enough that I’ll have to order them to spread out that handful across the whole sub, and even then it’ll be too much.
Gotcha, Cagey 
I’m currently making sandwiches for part of a living, and I hear your pain, but I also hear the your critics’ pain.
So often, people use the word “everything” to mean “everything that they want, but nothing that they don’t want”, because it’s easier than listing off their chosen toppings. As the “sandwich artist,” you’re supposed to KNOW what that means, but it means different things to different people, and there’s no way for you to know what it means that time in particular.
Then, when you take them literally, they pitch a fit.
I’ve been a customer, and I’ve been a customer server, and my advice is:
KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT AND TELL US!!! We’ll make it, I promise!
I literally had a guy ding the Summoning Bell on me last night about 20 times to inform me that he wanted a sandwich, but he didn’t know what kind. And then he just stood there, waiting for me to tell him.
What in the hell am I supposed to do with that? I don’t know what kind he wants, either. If he tells me, I’ll make it; but it’s NOT my job to figure out what he wants FOR him!
Yep, customers ARE frequently idiots.
My other advice: Everyone should work at a customer service job at some point in their lives, just so they can realize how inadvertently they can be a huge pain in the ass as a customer, because most people don’t realize how easy it is (having never been there, and all).
That way, they’ll be a good customer, no one will spit in their food, the service people won’t want to go postal, and everybody wins.
[sub]I’ve never spit in anybody’s food, by the way…although I’ve wanted to.[/sub]
Dijon, you must love that website Not Always Right! I really get a kick out it myself.
I really, really wish that my husband had had to work as a waiter at some point. He’s a HORRID restaurant customer. After 31 years of marriage, I have finally gotten him to ask for EVERYTHING he knows he’ll want during the server’s first interaction with us. Otherwise, he’ll send the server back for one…item…at…a…time. He wants a bowl of lemons. He wants extra sour cream. He wants shredded cheese. He knows he’ll want each of these items, but it doesn’t readily dawn on him that the server can remember and bring more than one item for each trip.
In addition to working food service, I think that EVERYONE should have to work a few holiday seasons in retail sales.
I also think everyone should try being a checkout operator. Its such a miserable job. Being a sandwich artist at Subway would suck as well though.
:eek: Can I get an exemption from that requirement if I promise never to go into a store between Thanksgiving and New Year’s?
Funny, but the Subways here have never offered that particular sandwich.
They’re open 24 hours in Bangkok and a great place to satisfy those post-bar munchies.
That’s an interesting question. Are you not going into a store because you feel for the workers, or because you don’t wish to subject yourself to the Holiday Madness? Me, it’s some of each. I don’t like my fellow shoppers under normal circumstances, I’d just as soon not interact with them. When there’s LOTS of other shoppers, many with their illmannered demonspawn with them, it’s all I can do to refrain from slapping people upside the head.
The pizzas at SubWay are surprisingly good - downright delicious, in fact. That’s what I get most of the times I go there.
What irritates me a little is when I order a sandwich and they ask if I want the sauce. I get either the sweet onion chicken teriyaki or the chicken bacon ranch, and invariably they ask if I want the sauce. The sauce is pretty much the point of the sandwich - it’s in the name and everything. Otherwise it’s just…chicken.