millie yeomans
Google
Would rate 0 starts on food and service if I could! I came in to order two separate orders for some coworkers and I. I ordered a ham & cheese (grilled, they specified lol) biscuit combo + bacon & egg sandwich on first order. Second order - bacon & egg biscuit. Paid for orders with no complications. Waited for orders. Received orders in timely manner, I guess. Walked back over to my work, looked at food. They gave me and ham & cheese *sandwich* along with the other sandwich, uncooked, limp fries and a bacon & cheese biscuit. My “grilled” ham and cheese *sandwich* looked like some cheap sandwich meat someone would keep in their fridge at home. When I discovered, I walked back over with my uncooked fries and sandwich that I did not order. The young lady who took my order was very surprised to see my uncooked food and informed me they are out of biscuits. I also told her that “grilled” ham looks like some shelf sandwich meat and asked if I could order something else. I was polite and let her know I work Nextdoor and have no problem waiting. This is when the problems began. A guy with a beanie on came walking around the corner and said “what’s the problem?” I said “I didn’t order a sandwich”. He said “we out of biscuits.”
I said “okay, well I paid for a biscuit.” “Oh, we out of biscuits!” *with a very apparent smirk on his face* He said “what you want” And I said “my fries cooked?’!”
Like what?!?!?! If you can’t even complete the order I paid for, at least COOK what you DO give me? And that’s when I watched them hand someone and order and watched them almost walk out the door as they scream “wait that’s not yours.” **takes order back**
“Here you go sir” *hands it to someone else*
I told them to keep my food. Very unpleased as I paid for an entire order and couldn’t eat AT ALL between the uncooked fries and low grade deli meat from the dollar general and a piece of bread. The bad thing is, as I was waiting for my food, I heard them tell another customer they’re out of biscuits. They had an opportunity to inform me way before I ever walked back to the third floor of my work in the cold.