Delicious, mmmmmmeatball!
I love me a good meatball marinara, especially when I bite into it and a slop of sauce and topping falls out the end and into the paper packaging. By the time I've chowed down on a footlong, my face is dirtier than a pair of shoes on sixteenth and my belly is purring like a pussycat. The man who served me at this particular restaurant was very kind to me, responding how I'd hoped to my request of, "please add as much as you're legally allowed to before you have to charge me more for it" and the resulting sub was almost a chode in width with cheese and jalapenos. Delicious.