Service was crazy slow with an attitude. I kind of enjoy a hint of distain from the person taking my money. This is not always the case but tonight it was a Sh*t show. And the one consistent thing about this place is if you order it Mikes way, be careful. Mike apparently loves his Sammy drowning in oil. I do want oil, but a drizzle, not a down pour. By the time I get home with it, the paper is clear and the whole outside of the bread has a slick coat of oil. Use two hands or it could slip on the floor. Although my face is begging for that as not to mar up my pretty face with zits... from all the oil of coarse.