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I gasp for air from the extra jalapeños, scream for sweet onion sauce, and see the light in that freshly baked Italian Herbs & Cheese. Mission: Meatball. Cowgirl: Chicken Teriyaki. Reverse: Tuna Melt. Doggy? That spicy Italian hits from the back.
This is that toe-curling, eye-watering, taste-bud-thrashing, sauce-dripping, back-arching, soul-snatching Subway experience. Hold on tight. This isn’t just lunch. This is a lifestyle.