Why is it, when you're running late, getting the FNG at your food trough of choice is almost inevitable?
The construction of Togo's Monday special sandwich (Shanghai Chicken, for those keeping score) is literally written on the menu board behind the counter. I get n00b boy who doesn't know that when I say spring mix instead of chips, that I mean spring mix on the side instead of kettle chips (which exchange is advertised on the very same menu board, just above the recipe for Shanghai Chicken), and not spring mix on my sandwich. And despite the provision of recipes for the special sandwiches by Togos to their employees, requiring the construction of my sandwich to take place at the complete opposite end of the counter from me, FNG (effin' new guy) managed to get exactly two ingredients of my sandwich correct without my assistance (he asked me about the bread, and missed EVERYTHING ELSE).
So I have this sad state of sandwich, which held so much promise initially, and had to wait extra long for the privilege.
I know I'm bitching incessantly about a freaking sandwich, but Shanghai chicken is delightful: grilled chicken breast slices, asian slaw (incl. a healthy dose of julienned carrots), fried wontons, mayo, and spicy asian dressing on classic white. Instead I got chicken, wontons, and spring mix, dry on white (after he had to ask me which bread).
Oh, and it's normally served on a covered plate with the kettle chips or spring mix filling the rest of the space.. instead he took a soup cup, filled it with spring mix, wrapped my sandwich, taking extra time, and started to ever-so-slowly wrap it again after cutting in a second sheet of paper, appropriate for sandwiches normally shoved in a bag but completely unnecessary if my sandwich had been properly served on a plate in the first place.
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