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| - What to say, what to say? I went here when I was a sleep-starved, movie-screen blinded Film Festival employee, dragged there bleary-eyed and starving by a friend after finishing my 6 am shift. It was across the street from where I worked, so that was pretty much enough for me.
The name. Why must they call it by that name? If they hadn't, I could have just enjoyed my sandwich for what it was (a pretty alright little sandwich, with no pressure on it to be anything else), instead of being lured in by a claim that could never be substantiated. Not that I was (lured).
It is the very incorrect impression they have of themselves as being comparable to authentic NY Deli meat that leaves me unable to give them a 3. The candour with which my sister asked "is this anything like New York City, *really*?" was inappropriate but matched with equal sassiness by the waitress who assured us with confidence that we wouldn't be disappointed. Well, we would have, had we believed her.
The applesauce even came in a packet, as though it were McDonald's barbecue sauce. Seriously?
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