Jimmy H.
Yelp
Where do I even begin to express the disappointment I was forced to endure with my visit to Arby's today?? Around 10:30am, anxiously awaiting lunchtime, a strong urge comes over me for an Arby's brisket sandwich. I've seen the commercials, advertising this colossal tower of smoked brisket packed goodness, and now I'm hooked. Only one thing will satisfy this hunger and I know what I must do. The catch, Arby's is about 20 minutes each way from my office. After rewinding the commercial numerous times to visually enjoy what my stomach anxiously awaits, I make the trek. With windows down, music up, and an overwhelming sense of joy I arrive at Arby's to pick up the long-awaited sustenance I crave. The drive back to my office was the longest 20 minutes of my life, with the smell of this masterpiece filling my car, stomach growling, I can't wait to dive in head first and get dirty.
Upon returning to the office, after my almost 1-hour roundtrip, I settled in to my desk and anticipated the beefy goodness contained within my to go bag. To my dismay, I unwrapped a pathetic, squashed and emaciated brisket sandwich, containing exactly 1 sliver of meat. "Where the hell is the meat" I scream in horror, causing co-workers to take shelter from the savagery I am about to unleash on this hyped-up burger bun containing nothing but false promises.
As if this wasn't bad enough, I reached into the bag, grabbed a red packet of what I presumed was Arby's Sauce, and proceeded to slather it all over this mediocre sandwich. Upon my first bite, face curled in grimace, i noticed something terribly wrong. I had mistakenly grabbed a packet of this god-awful Pepper Sauce, disguised in a red packet, which I had obviously mistaken for the deliciousness of the original Arby's Sauce. If already contending with the underperforming sandwich wasn't bad enough, I am now faced with a critical decision. 1) Do I try to scrape this concoction of chemicals called red pepper sauce off the long awaited sandwich? 2) Fire the no longer edible offender in the trash can? 3) Do I fight my way through this nightmare of a sandwich, choking down each bite, wishing I could reverse time and not apply the sauce that was manufactured with the intent of ruining sandwiches. Option 2 was the obvious choice as I quickly launched the sandwich against the dumpster wall as if trying to throw my best fast ball. Hope the rats enjoy it, because I sure as hell didn't.
Take aways:
Arbys, you might want to change your slogan from "We have the meats" to " There is a possibility you might receive meat".
Red Pepper sauce, feel free to use if you want to destroy the sandwich you intended to eat.
Don't ever let a sandwich take control of your thoughts and emotions. Do your homework first before committing to something that only ends in disappointment.
You lost a major fan and promoter today Arby's, shame on you.