It's hard to mess up a sandwich, but hey, when you're a pro, you're a pro. First guy was great, second guy doing veggies and toppings was aggressive and chucked everything on with a level of inaccuracy matched only by his grunts of frustration. The bread was merely a delivery device for the oil and vinegar soup I was served. You know when you sop up extra sauce with bread at the end of a meal? Not like that. This soggy sandwich of sadness simply sat there in my class uneaten, I assume it tasted like hatred and depression, I'm not sure because it disintegrated into some kind of Italian herb and cheese paste. I have average expectations of going to Subway... I mean it's a sandwich... But I fear I shan't go back to this location, I despise seeing my meat abused in such ways.