Arby's

Reviews

• MM

  Marty McCafferty

  Aug 1, 2026
  4.0
  Food great. Mens bathroom not in good shape. Dark, bathroom light broken. Hand dryer broken. Toilet barely flushes
• JB

  Jessica Banks

  Jul 10, 2026
  5.0
  Food is amazing
• SA

  Shane Aaron

  Jun 30, 2026
  1.0
  I attempted to order one Angus Cheesesteak meal at the Arby’s in Vincennes, Indiana. One meal. A single sandwich. A lone beef rectangle with ambitions. Not a herd. Not a catering tray. Not a municipal meat grant. Not a secret Pentagon cheesesteak program funded through the Department of Curly Fries. I asked for one Angus Cheesesteak meal with extra meat, white cheese, extra onions, large curly fries, and a large drink. The base meal was around $22, which is already fast food standing on a milk crate in a rented tuxedo yelling, “Look at me, I’m premium now!” Fine. Angus. Cheese. Onions. Big sandwich. I understood the territory. Then the total became $76. Seventy-six dollars. For one meal. At Arby’s. At that point, I had to wonder whether I was ordering lunch or accidentally subscribing to a beef-based financial instrument managed by three confused raccoons in visors. The manager apparently did not know how to add extra meat. Instead of using the correct extra meat modifier, the sandwich or meal button was hit more than once, turning one customized order into a $76 monument to register incompetence. That is not “premium pricing.” That is a cash register falling down the stairs while wearing tap shoes. I did not pay it. I walked out. Because I came in for a sandwich, not a hostage negotiation with a roast-beef calculator. A manager should know the difference between “add extra meat” and “duplicate the meal until the customer sees God.” This is not advanced jazz theory. This is not federal tax code. This is not a moon landing. This is an Arby’s register. One meal should remain one meal unless the customer asks for more meals. I should not have to audit my lunch like I’m investigating a backroom county contract. I should not need a calculator, a notary, and a small exorcist to determine whether “extra meat” means “extra meat” or “three ghost sandwiches hiding under a trench coat.” If extra meat exists, there should be a button for it. If there is a button for it, the manager should know where it is. If the manager does not know where it is, then the manager should not be transforming one cheesesteak into a $76 beef opera in front of a customer. This was poor training, poor management, and poor register handling. Arby’s lost the sale because the order was rung up absurdly wrong. I came in hungry. I left because one meal somehow turned into a livestock-backed securities package with a large drink. Train the staff. Train the managers. Fix the process. One meal is not three meals. Extra meat is not catering. And $76 for one Arby’s meal is not a price. It is a cry for help from a cash register trapped inside a meat casino.
• RS

  Ryder salhani

  Jun 4, 2026
  1.0
  So I ordered online and I went to pick it up and didn't get my bbq sauce and went back thru the drive thru and got the wrong bbq sauce.
• DW

  Dakota Wood

  Apr 24, 2026
  1.0
  Missing items and gives crumbs the size of my kids fist