4 /5 JESSE Travels: Tucked away like a well-kept secret just off the main drag of Borger, Julio’s Subs & Spuds is one of those little joints that sneaks up on you. It’s not flashy, not trying to win any architectural awards, and hell—it might even look like the kind of place where your sandwich is wrapped in a conspiracy theory. But trust me… it’s worth the detour.
Let’s start with the basics: the subs are fresh. You’re not biting into some day-old, soggy bread nightmare like at the chains. I had the turkey sub—solid, dependable, like your uncle who shows up to family events sober but leaves with a lampshade on his head. It wasn’t life-changing. I didn’t grow a third eye or start levitating. But it was better than Subway, which these days feels like someone just gave up on flavor and said, “Here’s some wet lettuce. Good luck, kid.”
Now I’ll be honest—there’s a bit of a wait. And when you’re out here working 7 days a week, 13.5-hour shifts that make coal miners look like part-timers, every damn minute counts. I nearly had to sprint back to work with mustard on my chin like a war paint stripe. So yeah, that wait? Kinda soured the sub experience.
BUT THEN… like a Tarantino twist mid-movie… enter the Mak Attack baked potato.
Jesus, Mary, and melted cheddar—this thing was unholy in the best way. A loaded baked potato with mac and cheese, bacon, and ranch? At first I thought, “This is how I die. This is the last thing my arteries will remember.” But no, I didn’t die. I ascended. I devoured it so completely there wasn’t a sliver of potato skin left. I cleaned that plate like a starving raccoon with a vendetta.
Regrets? Just one. I didn’t go back sooner. I kept chasing that drive-thru dragon like an idiot. But next time I’m near Julio’s, I’m pulling in, ordering the Mak Attack, and letting that carb-loaded masterpiece ruin my day in the best way possible.
Final Verdict:
If you’ve got the time, skip the big-box subs and hit Julio’s. Go for the spuds. Go for the taste. Stay for the flavor coma.
