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| - Walk in for a quick grab and go. The place is empty, has three employees.
I felt like I have just walked into an adolescent camp; a taller/older kid with heavy make-up trying show off by being snotty and mouthy in front of the smaller/younger kids.
The taller female individual grudgingly says hi and asked what I would like. I don't frequent this franchise so I am trying to quickly assess their menu options. Hoping the kid is willing to offer some suggestions, I asked if they had a salad and sandwich combo to which her reply was "uuuuuhhhh yeah" in the tone of "uhhhh duhhhh". With no guidance from her, I just decide to go with the Mediterranean Salad and Mediterranean sandwich. The two kids in the back look on, not sure if they were in disbelief to her attitude or if they were waiting to see if I was going to react to her snotty attitude.
I proceed to the check out where she goes through the standard pitch for added drink etc..then she asked if I was a member. I can't remember when was the last time I ate a Paradise Bakery, so I asked her if this would be my phone number? I get an eye roll and then another "uhhhhh yeahhhhhh". She took notice of the app on my phone that has the Yelp logo and then she changes her tone to an overly sweet non-sincere, "Thank you for..."
The kid behind the counter working the salad station brought over a small box and places it in front of me and said, "here's your salad"... no bag, no fork, no napkins, no sandwich.
I wait for the other kid in the back making my sandwich. She seemed like she was not into the shenanigans the other two were playing, but she stayed quiet. I go back up to the counter to pick up my sandwich. The younger girl placed my sandwich in a bag but again, no napkins, no fork...
Go back up to the older kid and asked her for utensils..."her response was "what exactly would you like?" A fork would have been nice. I looked for her name and she had flipped her badge over so it just showed a blank badge.
I get to work and look at my food. UHHHHHGGGG. There were literally three tiny scraps of chicken in my Mediterranean Chicken Sandwich and the flat bread that was folded over it must have been the oldest price of flat bread they could have found, The flat bread was like a cracker dry and brittle. The salad was foul- I couldn't even take the time to figure out what was wrong, it was just wrong. Yuck! I am not certain if it was made particularly awful just for me, or if this in fact what it is supposed to be like.
I hope that when my kids are old enough to work, that they display good manners and respect for the people that are providing them with a pay check. If I was the parent of these individuals, I would truly be embarrassed by their behavior.
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