I went to Dobys after a couple of team mates of mine recommended it as their favorite restaurant. I'll admit I was a little bit skeptical at first, but my curiosity got the best of me and the last time I went to get a sub, instead of getting subway I went across the street to Dobys. Upon arriving I was greeted by the brusque personality of the owner, trying to get my order as quickly as possible, which was weird since i was the only one in the place. Pressured as I was, I ordered a roast beef, Swiss cheese, and onion sub. I know, who gets that sub? Personally I hate all three of those things and I blame the poor people skills of the cash register attendant. I was embarrassed to admit that I had ordered the wrong sub, so I just went with it. I had some second thoughts when I got the sub and had to pay twice as much as I would at subway, but I ate it anyways. Well ate is an overstatement, as I said before I ordered a sub piled high with foods I dislike so it was more like suffered through with the small bites you'd expect from a child being forced to eat boiled carrots and cabbage. Throughout this whole ordeal I was being watched, no stared at to the point where I thought he was reading the inner thoughts of my soul, by the man who sold me the sub. Slightly off put by this I decided to go hide in the bathroom. I got up and asked him for the key to the restroom, and what he handed to me was more like hepatitis connected by a 90 year old string to a cheep clothes hanger. Disgusted I asked him for a glove so I didn't have to tough it, and he produced one immediately. It was almost as if he'd been asked that same thing before. In the bathroom I gathered my game plan. First I would gather up my sub to go, then I'd wave goodbye to the people workin there, finally I would leave and never go back. It seemed like it would be easy enough to pull off. And in that spirit I can tell you that steps 1 & 2 were very easy. Step 3 however, not so much. Just as I was starting my car to leave I saw a couple of my dearest friends pulling up. I went over and asked them where they were going and they said Dobys and asked if I wanted to come with them. I was still hungry because I hadn't eaten my sub the first time around, and I figured maybe I could order what I actually wanted this time since I would have to support of my friends to match up against the evil stare of the owner. So in I went, once again, breaking the vow I had made to myself in that public restroom; "never again". This time, however, I was prepared. I marched up to the counter and ordered what it really was I wanted, a ham sub w/ no cheese, lettuce, pickles, and mayo. With a cookie on the side, and a lemonade. And that time when I saw him looking into the depths of my soul, I looked right back and what I saw made my spirit soar like an uncaged eagle, embodying freedom everywhere it effortlessly, gracefully and majestically glides. The man who, not five minutes earlier had me planning my escape from a public restroom, now had a flutter of respect for me, and knowing that I returned the feeling. This mutual respect we now share is a bond that can never be broken, and I will never forget the way he made me feel that day. When I got the sub each bite tasted like freedom, paradise, and the way I would imagine that scent of freshly baked bread mixed in with the aroma of wild flowers drifting into your nose on a southern breeze would taste. After buying two "overpriced" subs, and paying about 4 times as much as I would pay for a meal at subway, I was enlightened. I had finally found my true soulmate, and it was in the form of a sub shop. I only say "overpriced" because they cost more than a subway sub, but that price difference is made up for in so many ways. I can honestly say that I am not the same naive, youthful boy who walked into Dobys on that fateful day in March, I am now something more, something better, something more evolved. I no longer look at life the same way and I have transcended the corporate lies that are told to middle America. In fact, I believe that I have become one with the almighty, I see everything he sees, and I believe that I have found the meaning of life, although it is far to complicated to articulate to someone who hasn't transcended life all together. If you want to fee this way, and trust me you do, go to Dobys. You might not get this feeling the first time, maybe you don't get the owners respect, but eventually you will, and when you do you'll be happy that you did. Trust me there is no better feeling than staring through somebody's soul and seeing that they have done the same for you, go to Dobys. Go there the next time you get the chance, every time you have a chance. And if you wind up like me, sitting in a public restroom promising yourself that you'll never make that mistake again, just know; it wasn't a mistake it was a life lesson, and the only way to put that lesson to good use is to do it again, and again until you get it right read more