Hannah E.
Yelp
YUCK. I don't think I'd ever been to a place that calls itself a deli and is this AWFUL.
I wish Yelp had a 0 star option. I really do. Although I guess Jason's would still get one star for friendly, if clueless service.
If the bad food weren't enough (I'll get to that in a minute, trust me) the place is confusing for a first timer. Is it a cafeteria? Is it a salad bar? Is it like Old Country Buffet, or is it like a fast food place where you order at the counter? Or do the waiters take your order? Do your waiters bring your food out or do you pick it up? Wait, on second thought, ARE there waiters? There are some high school kids milling around looking lost, wearing uniforms, but that's not the same thing. Where do you get your drinks? Does 'lemonade' mean the pink stuff from the fountain or the Nantucket Nectar version? Oh, wait, so I order my food here, pay for it somewhere else, wander around and find my own drink, and then wait for someone to bring me my food? And then, after I order, there's a random salad bar with soft serve machines lined up against the wall that I can't see until I've finished ordering? Oh, okay, well, at least I ordered a delicious sounding sandwich! Grilled chicken and bacon and bell pepper panini, yum yum!
Wrong. My sandwich (and my companion's sandwich as well) is virtually inedible. It tastes like they stole all the meat out of a Safeway dumpster, burned the bread, and then put the whole thing in the microwave for about a half hour. And the chips? A bag of Ruffles dumped over the sandwich. Over the sandwich! And the bag must have been crushed before they emptied it, because the chips are really nothing more than Ruffle crumbs and Ruffle dust. All over my Safeway dumpster sandwich.
So after looking as each other in disbelief for a few minutes, we decide to inquire after my lemonade, which I ordered but they did not bring. "Oh," says the first milling teenager I can find, "it's self-serve. You just go get your lemonade from over there"... gesturing vaguely south.
I wander over in that direction and find: A) a cooler filled with Nantucket Nectars, and B) a soft drink machine with a pink lemonade option. I take the Nantucket Nectar. No one is watching me. I could have taken fifty.
My boyfriend testsd that theory by going over to the Soft Serve machine and asking whoever happens to be standing around how much the soft serve is. Answer: free.
Bottom line: if you're looking for a place where you can steal bottled drinks galore and eat as much soft serve as you want, this is your target. If you like to eat edible food, stay away.