Roly Poly

The guy that runs this place is a complete idiot. He doesn’t know where «Inman Park» or «Old 4^th Ward» are… Doesn’t know where the CVS on Boulevard & Highland is… Couldn’t find his own ass if you offered him a reward… So delivery IS COMPLETELY NOT AN OPTION. Don’t even think about it. They shouldn’t even advertise that it is. Oh my god, I come across a lot of people every week, but this guy wins The Idiot award for 2011. And the year has barely begun. And he’s an asshole on top of that. He asks me where I live and I give him an address and he replies «That don’t help me none.» He doesn’t even have a computer inside so that he can navigate himself properly. Thanks, Slingblade, but no thanks. There are way too many options in Atlanta — I’m not obligated to deal with your backwoods, country ass.

I can’t believe an acceptable lunchtime sandwich option has been a couple blocks away from my office for 2.5 years, and I only discovered it today. Finally, Roly Poly has entered my life. Framed photos of fresh carrot bunches and tri-​colored peppers adorn one wall; a fan with multi-​colored blades adds a splash to the ceiling; a cartoon dude with dill pickle feet, an olive nose and a tomato mouth sings Roly Poly’s praises in the front of the store.
Not to mention the overly exuberant, young cashier who took my order. Perhaps he is a teen GSU student, still unjaded by the harsh realities of the real world.
Anyway, my sandwich was surprisingly awesome: a pressed 6-​inch tortilla wrap containing tuna salad, fresh tomato slices, ungreasy bacon and a sufficient amount of cheddar cheese.
Classic tuna melts done right always hit the spot.