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Jimmy John's

2.4 (12 reviews)
Closed • 10:30 am - 9:00 pm

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Entrance. Pretty new. Right off 412
Casey R.

JJ's, as my youngest daughter calls it, is a favorite of hers. She likes the Turkey Tom. I think this is what we get each time we go. This place is fairly new to Siloam. It is clean. The people behind the counter were nice. I get the Unwich Vito which is great for people with celiacs!!! My husband also likes the kettle chips, although they are just your typical chip. The tea was fresh and the service was quick. This is a great place to grab a sandwich to-go for soccer or volley tournaments which seem to be frequent in Siloam! Easy to take to the field and eat ;-). Little nugget of info.... you can get a baguette for .50!! We usually pick up a few baguettes for lunches during the week at the Fayetteville location! ;-). Your welcome!! Ha!

Look close and I know why they laugh when I was eating my sandwich.

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5 years ago

Soo. 2 stars because the sandwiches taste as they're supposed to, yet "Freaky Fast" doesn't happen here. Hasn't happened once.

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7 years ago

Best bread EVER!!! They sell their day-old-bread for so cheap!!! The food is fresh, the workers are fun. Great store, Siloam!

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Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen

Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen

2.1(12 reviews)
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I'm new to Siloam and my server Corey was super nice to tell me all the best restaurants to eat at…read moreand was very welcoming and told me whether the chicken was processed or not just a good server overall would definitely give him a raise

An Open Letter to Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen, a Cautionary Tale, and Possibly a Cry for Help…read more I have eaten gas station sushi. I have ordered food from a truck with a health code score written in crayon. I once ate a hot dog at an airport. None of that prepared me for today. It started simply enough. I ordered a 16-piece all-white meat meal at Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen. Knowing this particular location operates on roughly the same timeline as continental drift, I gave them over an hour head start. An hour. Sixty minutes. Enough time to watch an entire episode of Kitchen Nightmares -- which, in retrospect, was foreshadowing. The Discovery Halfway home, I opened the box for a little pre-arrival chicken skin appetizer, as one does, and stopped cold. Reader, I was robbed. Not of my wallet -- of my will to live. Instead of all-white meat, I received what can only be described as a box of fossilized thighs that had clearly survived the Cretaceous period. These pieces were so small, so shriveled, so aggressively dried out that they looked like paper footballs from a middle school cafeteria that had also caught fire. These were not thighs. These were chicken jerky. Antiques. Museum pieces. I'm fairly certain one of them had a growth ring you could count. The Return So naturally, I went back. The lone employee on duty introduced herself as the General Manager. Promising. A person of authority. A problem-solver. Finally, someone who-- She grabbed the chicken and slammed it directly into the trash. And honestly? Based. Correct. We were aligned. This was going great. Then she pivoted. She immediately launched into what I can only describe as a full-volume spiritual crisis -- yelling, gesturing wildly, operating at a frequency previously only heard by dogs. I, a simple man who had merely pointed out that his $53 chicken looked like it had gone through a car wash and then a convection oven, was now apparently the villain in her personal biopic. I may have, calmly, observed that I was shocked a manager would serve food at that level of geological age. I consider this a reasonable statement. The Escalation Nobody Asked For She raised her phone. Like a weapon. Then she informed me -- at full volume, in front of God and the drive-through speaker -- that she was calling the police. On me. For asking about chicken. I told her, with great composure and only mild New Orleans energy, that she was absolutely welcome to do that, and I would happily wait right here while she also processed my $53 refund. The refund was denied. Enthusiastically. Almost with pride. At this point, I asked what exactly she thought she was running here, because from where I was standing, it bore very little resemblance to a restaurant. I may have also implied the operation had, structurally speaking, lost the entire plot. I then asked myself: What would John Wayne do? Answer: not get arrested over gas station poultry. So I executed a tactically graceful retreat while she continued threatening law enforcement intervention as though I had committed actual crimes and not simply expressed opinions about the moisture content of chicken. Final Scorecard: Ordered food Received archaeological specimens Denied refund Police threatened over poultry Watched chicken correctly disposed of (small win) Got screamed at by someone who woke up today and chose chaos Left $53 lighter Left significantly less fed Great story though The Part That Actually Stings I've been eating Popeyes for decades. New Orleans is home. I know the culture that made this brand what it is. There has always been attitude -- that's part of the charm. That's the whole deal. But attitude used to come with biscuits and competence. This was attitude wrapped in a liability waiver. P.S. -- To Edwin P. and the Corporate Response Team: I see you, Edwin. I see that copy-pasted "we're sorry to hear this" response you're about to post. Put it back. If you genuinely had a mechanism to fix this, someone with an actual pulse and authority would be reachable. But the fact that someone like that is managing one of your stores tells me everything I need to know about the revolving door currently passing for corporate oversight. You have a paying job a reasonably motivated spider monkey could perform. Cheers to you. Genuinely.

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