Dear Subway

This is in regards to your Southgate branch, in North London (N14)

It was with great expectation that I awaited your opening. Upon finding out the fantastic news that you would be opening shortly, I bid my time. It started with the sign from your building contractors, when I noticed it, the excitement began. I rushed to my house mates and took great pleasure in telling them the news. Over the subsequent weeks, I saw the flower of subway bloom into something beautiful.

It has been over three years since my last one. I would go with my very good friend Dan to your Enfield Town branch, hopping on the bus and making our way. We would browse the many shops, until we hungered and urned for a fresh sandwich, made to our specification, and evenly priced. I would always purchase a twelve incher, as six inches has never quite satisfied me. At times, I would choose a meaty twelve incher with a little bit of cheese, and work my way through it over a whole afternoon of pure delight. We would sit in the park and get out the first part, our six inches, and consume them in one sitting. Then, when returning home, for the afternoon, I would get out the second six incher and nosh it all up, making sure to wipe the meatball sauce from the side of my mouth.

Anyway, the opening day happened, it finally happened. With tepid anticipation, I purchased the delight that was a Chicken Teryakki, I had already made my mind up the previous week. I entered the store, and the disappointment hit me there-and-then. The meat was quite sorry looking, piled high in little cardboard containers. The salad lacked crunch and the bread was defiantly not a product made by a strong gentle giant’s hand. I ordered it with with melted pepper cheese, red onion, green peppers (I like red ones better, to be honest, but they were no where to be found), girkins, and half with “Sweet Onion” and half with “Honey Mustard”.

I went to the counter with my fiscal reward for such delights, and he told me £5.50, or there abouts. Five Pound Fifty ! I’m not sure if he was aware, but there is an International Credit Crunch going on, and as such, it was quite the price to pay. I thought about contesting the charge, but the sandwich was already made. I couldn’t do that to a company, not on their first day, not in this economic climate. So I handed the money over and went home with the prize catch of the day.

You see, when your stores open, I was under the impression that a book of vouchers were to be given to all customers, something to entice the punters into purchasing more goods. That’s why I accepted the contract that is the recept of payment. I did not mention this at the time, as I was in too much shock.

When I returned home with my prize, I enjoyed it, but I didn’t enjoy it enough for the cost. For that price, I could have gone to the Chinese Food Emporium, Kabab House or any number of other fine establishments in the N14 area. I decided on this moment, with great disappointment, that I shall only purchase The Sub of The Day, unless I get my hands on some vouchers to help with my own personal international credit crunch situation.

I bid you good tidings and hope that perhaps you could help ease my quandary.

Kind Regards

Paul Silver
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P.S – Attached is a photo of me sleeping outside your store awaiting the grand opening.