Jersey Mike's Subs 1000 Kamehameha Highway, Pearl City, HI 96782

"Always awesome and friendly service. This is one of my favorite sandwich shops on island. I always get the Italian sandwich."

"When was the last time you had a meal that really had an effect on you? No, I'm not talking about the last meal you enjoyed, the last time you burnt your mouth, the last time you had an overly sweet cake. I'm talking about the one that really made you have a paradigm shift in your actual life. One whose area of effect extended beyond the duration you were eating it, that embedded itself into your psyche, long after you had finished it. It's a gradually unfamiliar feeling whenever you get it, because as you grow older, that feeling becomes increasingly harder to find. Mostly because as you grow older, the more you get acquainted with the world around you, that it becomes rarer for you to find something that makes you reflect on it, to take a moment to enjoy it. Like your first bite of Kraft Mac & Cheese, or your first medium rare steak. Today, I enjoyed an extraordinary sandwich from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about sandwiches is a gross understatement. Sometimes a sandwich doesn't have to be a supermodel, laden with decadent, expensive ingredients, to have an effect. I was lost amidst the vast choices as I entered, but was guided through with customer service only Hawai'i could have. Equipped with the submarine sandwich and a cookie, I sat down. To say that a sandwich could fix me is absurd. But as I began my jaw workout of engulfing this tall gift from God, I had a sense of relief rush over me. My jade glasses were washed away, the world was no longer in monochrome. This toe-curling, juicy, girthy, aromatic, hefty sub was no match for my depression, my apathetic demeanor, nor my fatigue. It was a warm embrace on a summer day. A hearth in a snowy lodge. Like telling your friends you love them, instead of hiding it under your day-to-day greetings. For a little while, there were no worries of the past, present, or future. There were no nagging regrets of lost love, or a feeling of being in the wrong place and time. For a moment, I belonged where I was, in that moment. To be niche, like walking down the stairs in 'Hello, Dolly', with the theme song in the finale. Perhaps I was just hungry. Maybe I was going through it. But in this modern world of abundancy, I feel we often forget to hold onto what we find truly special, instead moving onto the next thing, always in a rush. This sandwich helped me remember that there are great things in this world, things to look forward to and to make life worth living, like spending time with good friends. It helped me remember I enjoy looking at the world through an optimistic lens. It reminded me to hold onto the bonds I've made with friends. Just because the vessel for my mental healing was in a sandwich, doesn't make the experience any less real for me. Not as a means of putting an item of monetary value on a pedestal, but to highlight an experience in my day, one that I didn't know I needed. A good meal loves you unconditionally, with a designated beginning and end. Like a soft embrace, but when it's over, there's no anguish, or conflicting feelings, just gratitude for what it was, and who it made you. Maybe I needed a reminder that we can take things that end, and see them as sandwiches. Just because I no longer have it in my hand, doesn't mean I shouldn't have ever gotten it. It is something that changed me for the better for a long time, and fulfilled me until the next meal. I don't regret getting it--rather, I'm really glad I had a good moment in my day, it was enjoyable. Things that end are not things that are bad. The end of a concert won't make fans ask for a refund. The loss of a beloved pet won't make the owner wish they had never gotten the pet. The separation from someone life-changing won't make me wish I had never gone to Lithuania. Rather, like a sandwich, I can look back with gratitude, because I enjoyed it. You have not met all the people, or sandwiches, in your life who are going to love and cherish you, for who you are :) The #7, Turkey and Provolone, Mike's way, double tomato."

"The staff is friendly. The food is good. The problem. I paid for giant #9. I was distracted with the cashier, that I didn't see what the person was doing with the sandwich when making it. I asked for some pickles and no tomatoes and mike's way. The problem was everything else. I got NO MAYO and NO BACON!!! On a giant #9!!!! That is supposed to have bacon!!! I had put trust they would make the sandwich right. And this is not the first time. Has happened in other locations to me as well. I came to this one because everytime I came for a sandwich. They made it right and had my trust. Now I can't trust any jersey Mike's place. Training and attention to detail need to better. Guess I'll have to find another location."

"Exactly what you would expect! Great sandwich, expected price, and friendly quick service. As always delicious sandwich!!!"

"Pearl City Highland Market Jersey Mike's. Hands down, the best sandwich sub shop I've ever eaten at. Far superior to Subway or Blimpes, but the trade off is elevated prices. It's worth the treat once in awhile for the Philly Cheesesteak Sub ($18.00 for foot long). There are several varieties of different sandwich choices, sure to have something that will fulfill your taste. Just like other sandwich shops, chips and drink beverages are available to complete your meal. Open daily 8:00am - 4:30pm"