For a long, long time I have harbored ill-feelings towards Okie's, the esteemed Surf City staple. Why do I ring harsh bells for Okie's? Well, for the longest time it mainly came down to their arrogant approach to the breakfast sandwich. They have the sandwich's pre-made, and only make a certain amount, which is fine if you're Wawa, not fine if your a deli on Long Beach Island. Let's say it's 10:00, a perfectly reasonable time to be going for break, and you go in there with an order of breakfast sandwiches for you and your framing crew. So you go to Okie's, and you go to grab the breakfast sandwiches, but, Oh no! they only have enough sandwiches to meet half the order!
"Excuse me, sir, do you think you could make a couple more of these sandwiches? I've got an order to fill."
"Not on your life, longhair. Now outta my store!"
That exchange never really happened, but under their totalitarian approach to breakfast sandwiches, it could. How sad when you walk into a place with the desire for a sausage, egg and cheese, and have to settle for a hardroll with butter. What a day-breaking disappointment, one I avoid by never going there. But that is not to say that certain people, one being my father, share in my boycott of the place. Understandably so, as they do make good sandwiches. That is if they get the order right.
It is my understanding that Okie's, and specifically a woman behind the counter who takes and makes the orders there, has screwed up my Dad's order for the same sandwich at least three (3) times. The sandwich is roast beef and swiss on rye with lettuce, tomato, and mustard. One time they gave him turkey instead. Last time they gave him roast beef and swiss on a hard roll with mayo. And this after she confirmed the order verbally.
The problem here is someone who, even though you are paying them for a service, decides that what you have to say is not important and chooses not to listen. Maybe she's has a mental disability? Maybe not. Either way, I'll (still) never go to Okie's Butcher Shop again.
(Although Okie's is where the "It's a dilly" pickle and pickle bag came from as featured on my other blog, but that's not going to sway my standing on the matter.)
