"A $15 boiled hot dog at the state fair is less a tear than this sandwich Let me first say that my problem is not Mr. Pickles. I love Mr. Pickles. But I certainly don't love this Mr. Pickles. I went to 12:10 in the afternoon. As I sharpened the counter, the seductor Sanwiches called one of the young ladies who sying, I need you here to make sandwiches. My son Sanwichmaker has to do Saniche now. Boy, did what scared things so much when I got my order. I ordered the Italian dry salami on sourdough, with the works. Her best Savior, together, threw the sadst ad of bread and salad I've ever seen. Somewhere, this filler was a few thin slices of salami that tasted so, spent the day on a picnic in the sun. They were very busy for their loan. But this is not an excuse to cut corners to quality. I had thought to bring it back for a refund, but again they were busy and I didn't want to feel embarrassing in front of their customers and their colleagues, because I felt quite irritated by the situation. I'll pick up my saandwiches right away. I am also pleased to show several more photos that this was not just a clever picture to make it look like it was worse than it was actually."
