Jimmy John's

Place isn't all that good to begin with but the last not 1....or 2....but 3 times they forgot an entire dang sandwich. Check your orders people. They'll screw you.

My disappointing inaugural visit to Jimmy John’s was fueled by a birthday gift card. I had high hopes because free is defiantly a delightful incentive that led me to explore their offerings for the first time. Armed with their freshly downloaded app, I embarked on my sandwich quest, my go to sandwich is an Italian, so I ordered the regular and spicy version, complete with pickles. The images, ever vigilant, reminded me not to overlook those tangy cucumber, so I confidently requested two whole pickles also. Alas, my order was complete and my gift card balance fell short, prompting for a credit card. As I journeyed to Jimmy John’s, anticipation mingled with hunger. But, fate had other plans. A phone call interrupted my hungry desire: “We regret to inform you that our pickle reserves have run dry,” they said… honestly, they just said “we’re out of pickles!” However offering an unexpected twist—brownies as a pickle substitute. Brownies! The very word conjured visions of chocolatey decadence. Arriving at the store, I expected my order to be in progress if not already complete as a with a few other of their competitors I frequent. I do believe at one time their slogan was “Freaky Fast” but the time languished as I awaited my order. Google had warned of their unusual busyness, yet my round trip clocked in at 40 minutes with the wait time. In fact an entire pizza could be made and baked in my typical drive. However the suspense grew as I returned home, clutching my sandwich and the enigmatic brownies. With each bite, I compared Jimmy John’s creation to the ghostly echoes of Kmart’s Italian subs from my childhood. The verdict? A notch above nostalgia, a tad better than Kmart’s, but still, the missing pickles left me a salty yearning. So, now that I was made aware my gift card was not charged, and the entire nuisance was placed on my credit card, back to Jimmy John’s I shall venture reluctantly, armed with my remaining gift card balance. Nostalgia awaits—a taste of yesteryears wrapped in deli paper, a fleeting connection to simpler times at the plastic warped big K treat.

Very good sub shop. This one in Pace lacks Coke Zero, which I drink. But overall very good

Super Fast

The sandwich was overpriced with barely any lettuce or what what was supposed to go with it. Their was not a lot if meat and they only packets of most of their condiments. The peppermint cookie made specifically for Jimmy Johns is also GENETICALLY MODIFIED... TOXIC FOOD..... Guessing if the cookie is their meat definitely is too.... First and LAST time eating here.

Just ordered 5 sandwiches, every single one was wrong or just miserable. The BLT had one piece of bacon, and one tomato. We ordered 2 beach clubs and only one had avocado(if you can call it that, apparently pictures can't be attached anymore) and I asked for onion which they didn't put on. My daughter ordered the Jalapeño Ranch wrap but it had no jalapeño ranch in it.

I am not a fan of leaving reviews but this has to be known. For the last 2 years, I have randomly ordered delivery for my house approximately 1 mile from the location in Pace, FL. I run a business from my house and I stay busy. I am also a disabled vet that has issues walking, so delivery is my best choice for food if I decide I want to eat out. Everytime I have ordered online for the last 2 years I have been told they can't deliver because of multiple reasons and last night was the first time in about 6 months trying to order delivery. They called shorty after placing the order to tell us they couldn't deliver once again. The excuse this time was "I am the only one at the store and can't leave". My wife went to go get the food as we had already paid and when she got to the store 5 minutes later, there were multiple people in the store. The delivery excuses are getting old. I have just had enough and decided to "put it out there".

Don't order the pasta salads. Insanely small portions. $3 for 3 bites, no exaggeration. Not cool man, not cool