Sandwich Shops near Harlan

“I love subway and the workers are always the sweetest people and are always willing to work with anyone who comes in. They always are so sweet to our friends d group. The food is delicious and always tasty with a variety of options with crunchy on the side or your sandywitch“

“For two years I wandered, a purposeless migrant. I had no purpose, no direction, no northern star. But on June 9, 2017, all that changed. I, slicing my way through the metaphorical jungle of life's mystery, found myself in Evarts, Kentucky. Evarts is a small, humble town, tucked in the mountains of Appalachia. As I drove through the city, I felt a warmth in my core; a tingling in my fingertips. Something was drawing me closer. My misty eyes dried, clouds parted, and there it was: Subway. I knew where I was. I was home. In the blink of an eye, I was drawn back to 726 days prior, when I found myself in these same mountains. At the time, this Subway was new to me, I was a mere passerby looking for a bite to eat. It did not disappoint, in fact it exceeded all my dietary expectations. [YOU CAN READ ABOUT IT IN MY PREVIOUS REVIEW] I had found the golden goose, the treasure...I had found the holy grail. I knew I had walked back into a place where I was safe, where I would be taken care of. Last time I was timid, but this time I approached the counter with confidence. I knew I needed to have the same sandwich as before. "May I have a footlong Spicy Italian please?" My chef, Raj, began his craft, constructing a masterpiece of culinary creativity. His partner, Riya, applied the finishing touches. As her name translates to "singer," she fittingly orchestrated a harmonic symphony destined for my pleasure. I humbly accepted the gift of sustenance from the two, in awe of their deft handling of my meal. I sat down, eager to give my body its first true meal in far too long. I took a bite, and I felt a deluge of peace, an ethereal flash, a call to deeper reflection, and a motivation to heal the wounds of the world, exacerbated by political and social strife. I did not come alone. I brought disciples, understandably skeptical of the supernatural qualities of this restaurant. As they each began eating, one by one they approached me. They expressed wonder at the Subway's constancy. No one was unsatisfied. All were healed, all were showed the glory beneath the green and yellow wax paper. All intend to return. This Subway, while humble, is powerful. Behind a cheap and unassuming facade is a forceful proponent of benevolence. Beneath the rays of its eminence, one sees with a clairvoyance only attainable by sipping the sweet nectar of truth and understanding from an immaculate vessel such as only this Subway can provide. I am heading into the armed forces soon. My future, while I am optimistic, is unknown. There are dark forces that swirl about the earth, seeking to bring destruction and doom. I am leaving to fight for my family, my friends, my loved ones, but overall, I am leaving to fight for tranquility and happiness. This Subway encapsulates all that I seek to defend; all that is good in the world. Whereas I originally found this establishment as proof of God's existence, I know now in my innermost core that this Subway is proof that God wishes to be with us. When one cannot find a chapel of their specific denomination, one can find solace in the healing odors from the golden crust of the breads from the Evarts Kentucky Subway.“