Potbelly Sandwich Shop

PLEEEEASE - FIX YOUR SODA MACHINE.  My coworkers and I have a running joke, 'Let's got get a potbelly's, what's the over under on the soda machine working today?'.

I've given up, after about 6 days of flat soda, or carbonated water without syrup, I just get water now.  Same dude - everyday "oh he's working on it" and little dude running to and fro in a panic while dozens of frustrated sandwich eaters wait helplessly.

c'mon - the chain rocks.  We know this.  Fix the soda machine already.

I eat here so much I'm going to turn into a TKY (hold the cheese).
I love this place. No matter how packed they are they keep the line moving.
the food is consistent with all other Potbellys. The staff is friendly and as of late for the low-low price of fiddy cent;  YOU CAN ADD MOTHER EFFIN ARTICHOKE HEARTS TO YOUR SAMMICH - WIN!

My only gripe is that I sit on the window to eat and the counter-top is always nasty gross sticky - I set up make-shift napkin place-mats but its still nasty, and my napkin place-mat thingies always stick to the counter - it's grody.

Oh and ONE more MAJORLY F'ING ANNOYING thing is that they allow the same pan-handler to harass their patrons at the only functioning door at the front of their store. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. and he's a really pushy one. you CAN NOT patronize this establishment at lunchtime Monday-Friday w/o encountering this guy. it's highly obnoxious.

This hurts me more than it hurts them.

And it's mostly due to the ratchet ass they have manning the register from opening til afternoon. Bless her heart. But if I wanted to get mean mugged by a bull dogged faced old lady and listen to crap music while scarfing dreck I could just make a picnic in the Jackson El Stop.

Now I loved me Potbellys and spent- I s you not about a few grand there over the years (I'm serious). But am I alone in noticing the meats, cheeses, breads, soups are way saltier than they used to be?!? I drink like eight glasses of water after every meal, but keep giving them chances cuz they were so special to me. The sandwiches and salads are so messier like they were assembled by a cruely untalented five year old.

The music choices are at best outlandish and way too loud.

But it's not so special anymore. And I'm sick of the surly lady. She's kind funny how she intentionally ignores people or throws credit cards but it's sad if I thought, like she might be depressed.

I'm sorry.