Jimmy John’s

Took 42 minutes for my sandwich to travel 2 miles. Called after 30 minutes and was told it would be here any second. As a teacher, I’m not able to leave work and have a certain lunch schedule. Lunch will now have to wait until after I’m done with work.

Freaky fast, I paid and had my slim one in less than 30 seconds. Nice job including offering me my receipt.

Fast food with a high rating because the staff at this location are fast yet assemble with care so you are left with a sandwich that you will want to eat. Mine was so perfect I took and posted a picture of it.

Stopped in a on a Friday night for a quick diner. They did a good job of moving the customers through and the second there was a break in the action the two girls grabbed mops and started cleaning.
As far as delivery, I saw the same driver come and go three times while I ate my sandwich. Not bad, I’d say they got that down as well.

I love you, Jimmy John’s. I know my love isn’t always rational (you are, after all, a mere sandwich whose life is so short and sweet), but I enjoy every bit (and bite) of you.
That night we first met in college on Grand Avenue was something special. I have not forgotten you. And now that I live in Los Angeles, I make special attempts to visit you when I come home.
For as Shakespeare said, «Absence doth make the heart grow fonder for a good sandwich.» And there are no sandwiches here in this City of Angels that hold a candle to you.
I am happy to see that you’ve grown and expanded since our college days. I most often stop by to see you in your home in Andover. I wonder, do the people there know just how special you are?
The true test of any good sandwich shop is how they do vegetarian, and yours is top notch. The aroma of fresh bread and the zip of your avocado spread is intoxicating.
I pray for the day that we may be reunited on the shores of the Pacific. Won’t you come to California?