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If depression was a
sandwich, they'd make it at Blimpie. Every Blimpie I've been to is
worse than the one before it. This one has horrendous florescent lighting,
suspect cleanliness and a bunch of homemade signs that make the Qur'an
seem like an easy read. Adding to the lovely flavor is the open trash
bullpen, with the cans actually sharing the dining space with the
patrons. The lack of care put into this place is almost offensive
in its completeness. If it is even remotely possible, the turkey meat
may actually be of lower quality than that of Subway.
Like most crappy chain sandwich shops, the bread is more important
than the actual content of the sub. If the bread is fresh, it's not
awful, but a repeat meal at this place will probably only come if
every other restaurant in the city crumbled to dust or I get a sudden
craving for roach droppings. [MF]
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