i have gone here more times than i'd ever be able to recount. i always loved whatever i got. everyone goes here for the chicken kabob salads and subs, at which they do excel... in gloucester. cape ann pizza and subs in essex wins this competition, but mike's IS the gloucester winner.
great steak tip subs. decent cheese steak. the pizza is good for sub shop pizza, but don't expect anything more than that. as in, this place is more for subs than pizza. sometimes there are pizza places with subs. this is a sub shop with pizza. am i totally talking out of my ass here? probably. the cold subs are all pretty good. the calzones are good if you order something easy. awesome chicken fingers and other sides.
here's where i start talking shit, though. the last handful or ten of times we ordered from mike's, there was always some form of mistake from our order; something was missing, something had extra shit we didn't want, etc. enter the worst time ever.
the only time we ordered a calzone, they literally screwed it up THREE TIMES. we asked for a calzone that came with onions, without the onions. this apparently meant that we wanted all onions with perhaps a sprinkling or two of the other ingredients. we brought it back and they "fixed it." we checked it before we left. it wasn't even remotely the same calzone we ordered. they fix it. the calzone comes home. it's not even the right calzone, AGAIN. it doesn't have onions so we friggin eat it. what the hell ever. p.s. we still had to pay for the calzone. fuck.
then, oh THEN. this is about the last time i went in there. i got off the train (which is across the street and down a little bit) and i knew i'd be fending for myself for dinner. i was STARVING so i went to mike's because the place directly across the street from the train station, the gloucester depot, wasn't open yet.
i ordered a chicken kabob salad because i was feeling nostalgic. i ordered, sat down, and literally 30 seconds later (no joke, this was a legit 30 seconds. i hadn't even finished writing a text) they called my name because my order was done. i brought it home and ate the mf-er, disregarding the fact that it takes more than a minute to cook fresh chicken.
well well well, my friends, let me just tell YOU that i spent a bounty of quality time with my bathroom that night. i actually almost didn't go to work the next day, but suffered through with a severely weak stomach. i don't know if this has anything to do with the fact that my order seemed to not be prepared fresh for me, but my spidey sense leads me to believe my chicken was tainted, at best. it tasted fine. i wouldn't have eaten it otherwise.
so that's that. mike's is a gloucester institution and for so long it was so good. maybe it's all been a case of bad luck, but how have there been 5-10 bad luck experiences in a row? i don't live in gloucester anymore, though, so it's not like it's this terrible burden on my life to have to eliminate a gloucester sub shop from a list of approximately 72. read more