Tim Hortons — Restaurant in Regina

i stop here every morning and it’s usually the same fellow working, i must say i don’t remember his name but he is single handedly restoring my faith in tim hortons (im gonna get his name and make an edit once i find it). Every single time im there he has a smile on his face, he’s patient, friendly, everything that tim hortons should to be. I would literally drive across regina just to go to this location JUST because i know he’s the one making my food. When i ask for extra sauce he is the ONLY worker all across this country who manages to keep the sauce INSIDE the wrap. He’s an absolute beaut!

Edit: i’ve since lowered my review from a 5/5 star to a 2/5 star. since making my original review i have maybe gotten 10% of my orders correct which is pretty disappointing considering how promising this location WAS. don’t bother asking for an iced latte bc you’ll get an iced coffee 9/10 times. if you wanted extra chipotle sauce on anything you can actually expect to get NO sauce despite paying for it OR the entire bottle making it inedible… getting a common sense amount of extra sauce would be so cool one of these days. i’ve since started avoiding coming to this location, instead i drive my butt all the way to POW and Vic bc they have their ducks in a line over there. be...

I fear my life is ever so slightly, and permanently, worse from my visit.

While I was famished, and my most basic human need was indeed satisfied by my order, the consumption of the meal has left a minor slight on my soul that I doubt I will recover from.

Within the first bite of the breakfast sandwich, I was struck by a dryness that no desert or savannah could compare to. As though every molecule of water in my body was sacrificed to prevent my prompt withering. The taste desperately attempted, as well as it could, to mask the dry nature of the food, and I give a silent prayer to it's efforts. By the end, it was though I had never come across a drink in my hopefully short life.

And then, the drink. I am a man of the earth, from where I am borne, and to which I will return. But this liquid... This "mocha coffee"... It was though a forest nymph took a slice of it's birthplace's groundwater, and served it to me with a cherry smile. The earth was contained in this bitter compound, a reminder of where I begin and end. It brought upon me a sorrow I cannot describe, even as I choked back the final mouthfuls.

While my body is saved, my soul is tainted, and I shudder at what further visits...

I understand it can be busy, but that’s not an excuse for improper food/drink handling. When going through the drive through, I ordered a London fog, and instead was given what at best could be called milk and water. I went inside to have the issue corrected, not only was I sassed, but she questioned why I needed another one. While remaking my drink, she did not clean her hands before making the drink, and even touched the tea bags directly on the bottom before placing them in my drink after touching every other surface. I asked her to then remake my drink again, as the tea bags should not have your hands directly on them before going into my drink. She denied having done it, In which case I said I saw her do it and the guys standing next to me agreed, stating it was gross to do that. She rolled her eyes and remade it again, but for a beverage I should not have to fight that much for safe food handling and a correct order when it’s my money paying for it. Very...