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| - Don't eat here unless you're unbelievably desperate, completely devoid of tastebuds, or have a condition where you must eat at a food joint that is mostly employed by d-bags. Went here with a friend last night and not only were we ignored when ready to order, there was a tension so thick you could pour it over a stack of pancakes. The cashier and one more employee actually decided to help us while the immature little boys behind the counter were F'ing about. The owner/manager/whatever needs to reevaluate his or her hiring methods.
Now for the food...I didn't eat my sandwich, honestly, for fear of them spitting in it. Yes, we took a long time to figure out what we wanted, but was the attitude we received necessary or justified? I ate the ham, from my ham and Swiss, after close inspection for any indication of saliva. It was super processed, so I finally ended up just eating 3 cookies (I REGRET NOTHIIIIING!!) to be safe. The chicken Alfredo my friend got was pretty good, but the chicken on top looked pink and as if it came from a can.
In the immortal words of Dave Chappelle, "I wish I had more hands so I could give those t!tt!es four thumbs down!" Suck it, this location...suck it hard...
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