I’m sorry if I’m inconveniencing you by ordering a sub. I assumed that’s what your job was since you work at a sandwich shop. I’m sure this job sucks, just like every food service job I’ve had too. I’m STILL in food service, so please, I understand your lack of enthusiasm. But I just can’t, for the life of me, act like your disgruntled over-makeup-ed face doesn’t irk the fuck out of me.
I’m sorry I took time away from your texting, picking your too-tight lululemons out of your asscrack and fixing your hair. Life is so fucking hard, huh?
I mean I’m sure you have to put up with some real winners at this location but I’m a completely normal, competent, regular and pleasant customer who has never complained about anything ever, even when you slop the veggies on my sub so terribly that I have to re-arrange them before eating it, so could you just wipe the disgruntled douche look off your face (a blank stare would be fine, I wouldn’t dare ask you to smile) and make my sub and say thanks at the end?
I also can’t understand why you never have at least two vegetables on hand. I’m a vegetarian so without the fake meat, lettuce and onions don’t really cut it, meal-wise. And PS PARMESAN OREGANO AND ITALIAN HERB AND CHEESE AREN’T THE SAME FUCKING BREAD! If they were, there would only be one! Yes, they both have spices, yes they both have cheese, no they are not the same.
I’m also sorry this is the only place to grab a vegetarian bite after 10pm in this shitty city because otherwise I would be going somewhere else just to avoid your attitude. —yeah you, with the blonde hair and too much make up
This article appears in Feb 25 – Mar 3, 2010.
like, um, what like do you like expect, um, and like i’m so totally fucking wrapped up in like my like self like um. isn’t that the gist of the whole fucking douchebag class of bimbos that we all must endure sometime, in our lives. like hey bitch, get the um like fuck off that like fucking um phone. give her fucking hell o.p.
oh o.p., by the way, bitch at her face to face, might be better than here, where i’m sure she would know how to read real words anyway,face her off dude.
if they have a web site i would report her ass; as a former bus. owner the last thing you need is a bitch w/tude rep. your est. in this economy
hahahahahahahahahhaahah
i know exactly who you are talking about.
most idiots forget that this is a common place here now, like the idiots that post about their employers on facebook. hey marty,you still in the rest. business?
I wouldn’t buy a sandwich from Subway if my life depended on it. Walk around the corner to Pete’s and get a freshly made sandwich/roll/wrap etc. without an atttitude – from the staff not the sandwich.
i had an employee who purchase a meatball sub, it had spider eggs in one of the balls…grossed me out bad. i do not partake of their cuisine
If people only knew what happens in the washrooms along Spring Garden (Park Lane, Mcdonalds, Subway, Starbucks), they wouldn’t be eating anything on the entire street.
sebastian_, what does happen?
Pooping?
teehee. everybody poops
cooking in whistler for olymp. than looking for a gig in the lower main land LS ; thanx for asking:)
I absolutely love the staff at Pete’s Frootique. I am in there every night like clockwork to pick up my meat for that night’s supper. Especially the kind people at Sushi Nami. Ordered a party tray of sushi for a get-together last week and they went out of their way to not only make sure it had everything I wanted on it, but included countless extra pieces of sushi. DOMO ARIGATO if you’re reading this!
After 10pm, try Freeman’s on Quinpool or Argyle, or the Venus on Barrington.
Sebastian, you are so utterly right about the washrooms, but I have to say some of kitchen areas in that same block are utterly EURRRGH-worthy as well. I used to work at a certain specialty ice cream shop (which shall not be named) around SG, and the things that used to crawl out from under stuff…. I still have nightmares about ’em.
I’ve gotten to a strange habit of watching Kitchen Nightmares lately, and I swear that it’s ruined me for eating out. All I can think about is “Mexican” food in giant garbage bins. *shudder* I think that I would shoot myself before working in a kitchen that was so terrible.
Anyway, as for the “sandwich shop”: that particular chain is a horribly managed, awful mess. The owner has about ten of them under his belt, and I’ve never worked in a more stressful work environment in my life. I worked at one of his establishments for about four months before walking out on them. It was a terrible experience, and I avoid eating there.
Oh, and the only thing different about the parm. oregano and the herb and cheese bread is the sprinkled cheese on top. I used to bake them daily, and people would argue with me when I’d tell them the cheese was the only difference. :p
oh man i remember that episode, trinket…giant garbage cans full of refried beans. who could forget the cockroach place. i cook at home
That girl is kinda snarly eh? Puts about half of what you request and puts two more on when you ask for a little more. I go after 11, the two nicer boys are working and they are always pleasant.
Oh the things that go on in the bathrooms. A lot of booze, drug injection, smoking, joint rolling, just what you would expect for a lowly regulated environment with lots of, interesting, people.