Jimmy John's

Reviews

• IS

  Ivan Shelkovich

  Oct 26, 2025
  1.0
  Online ordered an over $20 sandwich. Opened it up and there’s absolutely no meat on it! They gave me a lettuce and tomato sandwich. Terrible!!
• GP

  Gerard Parent

  Aug 5, 2025
  5.0
  Great Place, Great Food!!!
• AG

  Andrew Gunning

  Jul 17, 2025
  5.0
  ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ I don’t often write reviews, but my experience at Jimmy John’s was so transformative, so soul-igniting, so cosmically profound that to remain silent would be a disservice to humankind. Let me paint the picture. It was an average Tuesday. I wandered in, hollowed by the weight of modern existence. Life had lost its flavor—until I crossed that threshold and was met with a thunderous, “WELCOME TO JIMMY JOHN’S!” that shook the dust from my weary spirit. That greeting? It wasn’t just customer service—it was a call to adventure. I ordered the #9, Italian Night Club. What I received was not a sandwich. It was a manifestation of all that is good and true in the universe. Crafted with speed that borders on supernatural (seriously, I think the sandwich existed before I finished ordering), each ingredient sang in harmony like a choir of deli angels. The bread? Warm, crusty, soft in the center. It hugged the fillings like a long-lost friend. The meats? Layered with such precision that I briefly wondered if a retired architect had returned to his true calling in sandwich artistry. The lettuce—crisp. The tomatoes—ripe. The mayo? Not a condiment. A love letter in spreadable form. And the pickle. Let us not forget the pickle. That green spear of briny brilliance. It wasn’t just a side. It was a punctuation mark. A bold exclamation point on a sentence written entirely in flavor. But the experience wasn’t limited to the food. The staff? Culinary poets in motion. I once sneezed and before I opened my eyes, someone had already handed me a napkin and a mint. The service here operates on a higher plane. I’m not sure if the employees are trained, chosen, or anointed. The atmosphere? Clean. Efficient. Unpretentious. A place that doesn’t pretend to be trendy or artisan. It knows what it is: a sandwich sanctuary. I’ve been to Michelin-starred restaurants. I’ve eaten at hidden culinary gems. But nothing—nothing—has shaken me to my core like the #9 with hot peppers from Jimmy John’s. Every time I eat here, I feel like I’ve been seen. Heard. Nourished not just in body, but in spirit. I’ve eaten here happy, tired, heartbroken, victorious—every sandwich a kind of therapy session. The only difference? I leave full and satisfied every time. Is it just a sandwich shop? Maybe. But so is the Sistine Chapel just a church. So is Beethoven’s Ninth just a song. Jimmy John’s is the intersection where food, speed, and existential fulfillment collide. If you’ve never been: go. If you have been: go again. And if you’re working there reading this review, please know—I see you. I appreciate you. You’re changing lives, one freaky fast masterpiece at a time. This isn’t just a 5-star review. It’s a 5-star pilgrimage.