Another "meh" location in the culinary wasteland that is the Phoenix airport.
On a short layover (like 30 minutes short) I ran through this place to grab something to eat to spare myself the salt-lick that is an airplane sandwich. I ordered a panini and specifically asked for one sans-pickles. Not only do I hate pickles but something in my allergies makes pickles hate me. It took a while to make the sandwich (now boarding zone 2), and I was okay with that because I was probably getting something made fresh.
Picture me running my big butt on the plane, door closing, me opening my sandwich. Pickles. Lots and lots of pickles. $10 sandwich in the trash and another $10 spent on a salt lick sandwich on the plane.
Here's the GREAT news: I sent a Twitter message to Wildflower and was immediately contacted by someone. I called them when I landed 4 hours later and they credited back my purchase, even without a receipt. I like that level of customer service and, next time, will let you know if the food is as tasty as the customer service.