Murphy’s Deli

I ordered a southwest chicken wrap but happened to have a piece of glass in it. Unfortunately bit the glass and hurt my tooth. I’m glad I didn’t swallow it. Not eating here again, EVER!!!

Prices are ridiculous.. 10 $ for a combo (sandwich, chips and a small soda) you can get that for 6 $ at subway. And the sandwich was awful. There’s not way i will come back again

It’s Ok — when you see the Deli sign, dismiss all thoughts of what a Deli is. In no way is it a Deli — paninis, wraps, burrito, etc. They did have a chicken salad sandwich — that’s what I got. If you need something to eat, you won’t go hungry and the place is clean and comfortable. Not sure who Murphy is because this place is owned/​operated by Chinamen. Didn’t take long to get in/​out.

I forgot about how great MD is. But this location is not it. It seems clear to me that the ladies really don’t like their job or the people. I initially gave this location a great review because I thought I was reviewing the Murphy’s Deli on Clay Rd between the Beltway and Gessner. That’s not it… This location in the park lot of HCC acts like they want to kick you out. If I come in at 6:15 to buy a sandwich and study a bit before class, I really don’t need to you to look at me like I’m intruding on your time.
Furthermore, you cover the condiment options so can’t get a little creative with my sandwich choices and get atitude when I suggest a condiment veggie that doesn’t usually come on a particular sandwich. Whey I asked to put a sub sandwich in wrap instead, I was told «We can’t do that». Really??? And God forbid you come in 15 minutes before they close. You will get a full list of what they are no longer making before you can say Boo. You’re a sandwich shop, not Mortons Steakhouse! Get over yourself!
Now please excuse me while I go on to write a great review about the Murphy’s Deli on Clay Rd.
Do better!

I understand how subjective sandwiches can be and the choices of sandwich shops are huge. I have tried all the various options and it seems to be what swings it is the freshness of the ingredients and the ease of service plus cost. Using those criteria allowed me to come to the conclusion that this is the best sandwich shop by miles. I have eaten at other Murphy’s around town and none of them come close to here. What seems to help is that they don’t chop and prepare everything way before it is required. This avoids the soggy, limp, tasteless effect.
No, they chop and prepare pretty much everything at the time you order so you get crunchy peppers & cucumber, crisp dry sweet lettuce, firm tomatoe slices etc.
If I am not lunching at Aunt Pookies BBQ
then Murphy’s is where you will find me.
The managers special gives you a six inch with soup and a drink or chips for $ 7. You cannot beat that with a sh*tty stick.
The ladies there will make you up any combo sandwich you like and there is always a choice of two soups.
You can also get Pitta and Muffaletta sandwiches and the Gyros in a sub are a treat to eat.
I normally get my choice of sandwich and accompany it with a soup, devilled egg (mm!) and the fruit salad. That little lot does me for the day.
They also do lifesaving breakfast muffins which are the Dogs bollocks
This Murphy’s is run by a Man & Wife originally from Lebanon and, as a regular, we are all on first name terms. It is nice when you walk in and everyone behind the counter calls you by your first name and asks how you are doing and were you have been. I almost feel like family.
What really swing it for me is that the Girls making up the food all talk to me in Spanish knowing I am trying to learn. I always get the
’Hóla!Tony.Cómo estás?“
To which I will reply ‘Estoy alegre’ or ‘Estoy bien’ followed by ‘Tengo hambre’.
I always remember to use «por favor» when asking for stuff and this seems to tickle them to death.
On the way out it is always, ‘Adiós Mr Tony’ and I leave with a «Gracias, hasta luego». I am sure they are all impressed at what a cunning linguist I am.
Speaking of Spanish lessons during lunch reminds me of a story from when I was working in Dharran, Saudi Arabia. We had a couple of Somalian lads who worked with us called Adam and Mojo… yeah I know cruel parents Mojo must have had. I can just imagine his Dad landing him with that handle. My take on it was that he probably called him that so that he could take him out out the town and quite legitimately say ‘I’ve got my Mojo with me’.
Anyway, back to the story.
Adam and Mojo used to come to the workshop every morning and greet us with a cheery ‘Good Morning’. Their English was very limited but far superior to our grasp of Somalian and, in the spirit of International friendship, we would teach them new words and phrases and they would reciprocate. My two Scottish colleagues decided to have some fun and explained to Adam that the alternative form of greeting in Scotland was ‘Good mornin, yer bastard’ and so, innocents that they were, this was the term they both used every morning. Adam and Mojo would arrive everyday and greet everyone with a big smile and a
’Gud Mornin yer bassa”.
After a few days they came in and announced that they were going to teach us a couple of Somalian greetings that we could use. I listened and repeated, parrot fashion until I felt I had it down pat.
After a few days my chance to impress arrived. Whilst in the project office I was introduced to a new member of the workforce just in from Somalia. I warmly shook his hand and greeted him in my best Somalian.
(any Somalians out there, please forgive me for the poor spelling, I have gone for the phonetic version)
«innan tina meh diddler» said I.
His hand went limp in mine. Thinking my pronunciation may have been awry, I threw in phrase 2
«innan tina wos»
On hearing this he turned away and promptly left the room. Somewhat bemused, I went to the wages office to see Adnan who I knew was fluent in both English and Somalian. I told him what had happened and he started laughing his socks off.
«What?!» i said «Why are you laughing ?»
He promptly told me that I had just called this chaps mother a lady of the night and suggested that his sister was into a lewd sexual act!
The truth of it was that Adam and Mojo had quickly discovered our ruse and turned the tables!
On my travels, as time has passed, I have picked up a few new languages and also many phrases. I can insult virtually anyone in the World now. I know enough to get myself arrested at any International Airport security checkpoint should I accidentally forget which country I happen to be in and begin cursing them from my library of foul litanies!
I will leave you with a fond «Take care and be safe» or its equivalent in Spanish (as taught to me by my friends at Murphy’s)
Besa mi culo, troll.
Adiós Amigos