

Your local Kailua Subway® Restaurant at Marine Corps Air Station brings bold new flavors and classic favorites to guests every day. Enjoy our famous Footlongs, 6 sandwiches, wraps, and salads, ordered quickly in the app or online, through convenient delivery, in-restaurant dining, or curbside pickup. We’re proud to offer a fresh alternative to typical fast food with fresh-cut veggies, tasty proteins, fresh-baked bread, and delicious cookies. We’re also here for your catering needs. All Subway® Restaurants are independently owned and operated by business owners who employ talented Sandwich Artists™.
Casual counter-serve chain for build-your-own sandwiches & salads, with health-conscious options.
Hours
| Sunday | 10 AM–7 PM |
| Monday | 9:30 AM–9 PM |
| Tuesday | 9:30 AM–9 PM |
| Wednesday | 9:30 AM–9 PM |
| Thursday | 9:30 AM–9 PM |
| Friday | 9:30 AM–9 PM |
| Saturday | 9:30 AM–9 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: Marine Corps Air Station, #3071, Kailua, HI 96734
Phone: (808) 367-0027
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Reviews
It began, as these things often do, with hunger.
My fridge was a graveyard of takeout sauces and forgotten intentions, so I set out—too lazy to shop, too hopeful to give up—toward my nearby Subway. It was close enough to be convenient, far enough to feel like I earned a meal.
Normally, I’d order a footlong and inhale it with the enthusiasm of a man running from accountability. But today… today, I made a “good choice.” A salad. I mentally patted myself on the back, proud of this not-fully-warranted act of nutritional heroism.
Foolishly waiting to receive a salad instead what i got… parts. A pile. Whole leaves of lettuce sagging under the weight of indifference. Meats folded like napkins. Tomatoes dropped in like an afterthought. It looked less like a meal and more like a dare.
The staff treated my order with the same energy as a tired mother uses when tossing dinner on the table after a long day—it’s food, don’t ask questions. Still clinging to hope, I asked—politely, but already weary—if I could get a knife to chop it myself. “We don’t got knives,” came the reply. Final. Unbothered. Like gravity.
So I took my lonely bowl of confusion home, gave it the attention it deserved—chopped it, reunited its fractured ingredients—and to my own surprise… it was great.
Taste: 5 stars
Presentation: performance art
Service: emotionally unavailable
In the end, turns out a good salad isn’t complicated—just a few ingredients and a little effort. Think next time I’ll just make the effort to buy the parts myself and skip the surcharge on indifference.