Oh Arby’s. Once upon a time your shaved paper thin roast beef was sui generis, a delightful morsel only amplified by judicious slatherings of horsey sauce. Now you’re just more processed food product, redolent of frozen shipment and indifferent handling. This particular Arby’s in the mall cries to me occasionally, and the sweet memories of the RB sandwich are sullied by the tepid and nearly tasteless pile of whatever this thing is.
Amanda M.
Évaluation du lieu : 1 Long Island, NY
the service is extremely slow. the people who work there aren’t all that friendly, and the stuff on the menu has a lot of unneeded things. who heats up an italian sub? a lot of thier sandwiches can go without things.