My husband had heard about Neds from a friend at work that raved to him about it, so one late afternoon driving back from Vegas we stopped for some sandwiches.. First off, the young teenage boy at the register was less than helpful & had about as much personality as a door nail. He was very short with me & being that this was our first visit, I asked how the chicken salad was, his response was, "I don't know, I don't eat it.! " Wanting to turn around & walk out based on his response, but being exhausted from driving 5 hrs I didn't have the energy to go some place else. Second, there were a couple families dining inside with small children, almost the entire time they were running back & forth kicking the service counter where I was standing trying to place my order. And that not being enough, they were screaming & yelling & play shooting at each other, I couldn't hear myself think.. The parents never said a word, as they continued to be menaces. Next, which I thought was quite hilarious is that when our order was ready, the same kid calls out "Order #25!" I was still standing at the service counter, I looked around thinking "are there others who are waiting?" Yeah, no he was shouting out my order for pickup!!! Really?? I felt like that scene from Meet the Fockers where the ticket agent won't let him board the plane until his seat is called, even though he's the only customer.. I couldn't help but laugh. Finally, the icing on the cake from this visit was the 2 days of volatile vomiting as a direct result of eating at Neds!! I got food poisoning, awesome! I had the chicken ranch sub, the ranch dressing was sour tasting, but I overlooked it being hungry & exhausted.. Sadly, after that one & only experience I cannot share the same enthusiasm with the other reviewers. We will not be back. Word of advice for future patrons: Eat at your own risk!