My Kwik Check love affair is over, and there'll be no going back. I know I'm going to catch some flack for this review of everyone's favorite sandwich-and-bibimbop shack, so I feel like I should explain that Kwik Check and I have been on friendly terms since my college days (which are now longer gone than I'd like to admit). Back then, Kwik Check was kind of like the bad boy you take home to meet your parents just to ruffle their feathers. A little rough around the edges, maybe a little dirtier than good taste allows, but still a tasty morsel with a personality all its own.
But over the years, the service has gotten slower, and the open kitchen has gotten dirtier, until yesterday, the death knell tolled.
Hubby and I called in sandwich orders to go. When we got there, the place was swarming with hipper-than-thou types who'd just rolled out of bed, though they were all seated and there was no line at the counter. I could see our sandwiches sitting on top of the oven, wrapped and ready to go, and I counted five employees working the kitchen while I commenced to wait for at least seven minutes just to get someone to come up to the counter to retrieve our sandwiches.
As I waited, I took stock of the situation. One employee was VERY intent on slicing meat ("Look, ma, no gloves!"), another was opening and closing the oven with a look of puzzlement on her face, and two others were taking turns dipping a spoon down into an industrial-sized tub of some condiment that I really hope wasn't on MY sandwich, given that looked like it lived out on the counter and the employees had to reach in at least as far as their elbows to get out whatever was inside. I also had time to take note of the dirty mop bucket sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor (hey, at least they mop, I guess), the dirt caked on the kitchen walls, and the flaccidly pre-cooked meaty pastries in the display case.
My husband got a Turk, and remarked that what used to make it so tasty was the fact that they used to toast it -- yesterday, it was just pasty, white, and room temperature -- decidedly UNmelty.
And yet, for all of this, I was still willing to give Kwik Check the benefit of the doubt. I'm no superficial flim-flam artist. I love Kwik Check's SOUL. My Bloody Valentine turned out to be a bit too spicy for my taste this time -- but not one to complain, I was gamely picking off the pita and eating the parts that weren't completely doused in habanero sauce, when I saw it: short, black, curly, and stuck in the hummus. A HAIR had crashed this sandwich party. My husband and I both lost our appetites.
Subsequently, we became curious about the sanitation grade for Kwik Check, which I couldn't find anywhere on the state health department's website (I tried every possible spelling, and "Petra" because there was some kind of collusion there a couple of years back after the Petra on Madison went out of business). I called Kwik Check to ask. One employee said she didn't know, and went to get her boss, who repeatedly said she didn't understand the question, then finally said that they scored an 88. This may be false (since I can't find any official corroboration), but even if it's true, cleanliness in food preparation is one subject in which I'd certainly shoot for the "A."
I guess maybe I'd go back, if I could verify that their cleanliness practices have improved, but until then, I'll just cherish the memories. read more