There's always been one significant problem when ordering a six-foot sub, be it for a kid's birthday party or a special ball game: getting it into the car. Unless you own something along the long, long lines of a truck, chances are you'll be driving with the tip of hero sandwich the size of a nurse shark wedged under your chin, dripping vinaigrette down your shirt collar as if you were so much shredded lettuce. Well, smell like salad no more. When you call up for a six-foot super mixed Italian from the... More >>>