Arby's — Restaurant in Dry Ridge

Let me paint you a picture — I had just escaped the BP of eternal suffering, where the gas pumps drip slower than a leaky faucet in a drought, and despair is sold by the gallon. That place isn’t a gas station… it’s a trap laid by demons to test your patience, dignity, and will to live. I was broken. Defeated. Emotionally flatlined. But then… through the fog of depression and gasoline vapor… I saw it. ARBY’S. Like a shining fortress of meat and mercy. I kicked the door open (probably gently, but in my mind it was heroic), collapsed at the counter, and whispered, “Save me.” The employee nodded like a seasoned war general, looked me dead in the eyes and said, “We have the meats.” And brother, they DID. My Beef ‘n Cheddar sandwich arrived like a thunderbolt from the gods. The first bite? Like Zeus himself slamming roast beef into my taste buds with the fury of a thousand BBQ-sauced lightning bolts. I wept. I levitated. I saw a vision of Arby riding a meat chariot through the sky. The curly fries? Crispier than the truth. The sauce? Tangier than justice. My soul? Fully restored. While BP drains your hope drop by drop, Arby’s injects liquid joy directly into your arteries — wrapped in beef, cheese, and toasted buns. This wasn’t a meal… This was a full spiritual revival. BP, if you're reading this: Do better. Or shut down and become a haunted museum for slow pump...

My wife and I had a bizarre experience at this Arby's. Ava, a girl that works there, has a real attitude problem. When she asked me what size drink I wanted, I jokingly said, "Large. I'm a big guy." She shocked me with what she did next. She took a cup and slapped the bottom of it down so hard on the counter that it made a very loud noise. Then she retorted angrily, "I'm not judging anyone. I'm just here trying to save money for college." She was not joking and was visibly angry. My wife and I looked at one another and didn't know what to say. Wow. We just didn't understand her actions at all. She was then visibly angry from that moment on. My wife and I are senior citizens and we felt threatened by this young woman, though not frightened. It was bizarre!

Then when they served my wife her Reuben sandwich, it was stone cold! We couldn't believe it. She had to take it back to get them to make it hot. Wow. We won't be going back to this Arby's. I only give it two stars instead of one because my sandwich...

Recently moved to area. Restaurant was filthy. Area behind bench seats had food and garbage that hadn't been wiped out. White paper cups for sauces were sitting on top of container instead of in the slot for them. Person changing the "garbage" said he would be with us to take our order despite the fact that the manager and 3 others were behind the counter. Didn't wash his hands prior to taking our order. I asked him if he would...he stated he would before he handled our food. Had to wait for him to come around the counter. He was a polite young man but cleanliness not on top of his list. Employee "sleeping" at a table in the dining room. Potato cakes had to be cooked and said they would bring them out. They never did. I had to go to the counter to get them. They were still sitting in the basket over the hot oil. Roast beef not sliced thin but thick. One of the unfriendly female employees had really greasy hair. Won't go back. Had to give one star to rate...