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| - I would like to formally preface this review by announcing that my love for Jimmy John's is only eclipsed by the love I have for my family and kids. I've eaten at Jimmy John's franchises in Florida, Illinois, Wisconsin, Arizona, Nevada, and typically anytime I find one anywhere in between. JJ's was my #1 pregnancy craving with my two babies. It was a huge reason I've felt homesick for the midwest (before locations started sprinkling the Phoenix valley). Look at my facebook page! My profile pic, in two different instances, is me with my JJ's sub or cup! I have the JJ's party cups in my cupboard, and I hate clutter, hodgepodge, and crap! People CALL me when they see new locations. I mean, an ex-boyfriend called me years after we'd broken up to tell me he saw one downtown, and he just knew I loved it so much I should know this! (Duh, I totally already knew, and I told him to lose my number.)
That being said, I have officially experienced my first poor sub from any franchise, any time of day or night, any city, at this one on Bell. It pains me to disclose that my utterly perfect sub (#10 with dijon and sprouts) can actually be disgusting. And at the location nearest to my house! I was shocked, heartbroken and bemused. How could it be?? Because of my intense loyalties to this chain, I can assure you I will be back. But, my rose colored glasses are off, and my dear beloved JJ no longer ranks first in my heart of men who've never let me down. It's a sad sad day, folks.
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