We had driven 44 miles from Yosemite Lodge at the Falls, when the wife needed to make a pit stop after drinking coffee, after 70 minutes of driving on 35 mph mountain roads.
We checked out the Subways in Mariposa on the corner of route 140 and 7th street. Parking tight in the front diagonal spaces -expect car dings from the car on the slope above you. We park in one of the parking lots a block away in the back.
I come dressed in shorts, short sleeves and $100 Chakos womens sports sandals, with the wife bundled up head to toe on the sunny cold November day.
We get immediate service with a smile, and order the foot long meatball marinara at $5.50 before tax, on honey grain bread, with provolone cheese, toasted. The wife gets olives,pickles, cucumbers, spinach, and lettuce on her half, while yours truly gets jalepenos, yellow peppers, lettuce, onions, more onions, more onions and ..... An old timer in the background shouts cookies!
The sandwich is so spicy hot that I'm exhailing fire fumes like the dragon in Lord of the Rings!
We get excellent service, contrary to previous Yelp reviews. Someone must have heard that we were coming, or Subways corporate headquarters decided that heads must roll -maybe they did. And where did the meatballs came from? Meat by products? No, meatballs from terminated meathead employees!?
A Chinese group comes in, rejecting the China Station restaurant down the block.
The wife picks up her half of the foot long sandwich, with the meatball on the end falling out of the sandwich. She doesn't notice it, as I discretely scoop it into my sandwich. This is the mother of all messy sandwiches, 8 meatballs, with marinara sauces on both of our faces, looking like toddlers playing with their food!
We both use the spotlessly clean bathrooms, separate for men and women. So clean that the men's bathroom has no pool of liquid in front of the toilet, that I usually see. I guess the locals have better aim than the tourists at Yosemite!