Erbert and Gerbert's — Restaurant in Fargo

The day before me is bleak. I am not prepared for hours of mindless drudgery, of dealing with innumerable miscreants, malefactors, and morons. I can hear them all in my mind as I approach the place where I am but a lowly employee—something less than human, and the psychic cacophony swells in a chaotic crescendo that quickens my blood and blurs my vision. However, I am able to delay the inevitable, the plunge into madness that begins with my logging into a computer, manning a register, and affixing a name tag to my chest that might as well display “Human Machine”.

I stagger into Erbert and Gerbert's. The aroma of freshly-baked bread steadies my nerves. I'm greeted by a worker, and we often exchange pleasantries. I feel as if they, somehow, read the parchment of my soul, seeing the scrawl and ink blots and the abundant markings of tears born of rage and sorrow. They ask what they can get for me, and all I can do is refrain from falling to my knees and begging for surcease from this hideous nightmare life. I generally request a Flash on white bread.

The sandwich is assembled with all possible haste. I watch the process, transfixed, as if I'm being allowed a brief glimpse into a different reality more ideal than my own. A ribbon-like sticker seals the sandwich's wrapping, adding a touch of finality that brings me back into the world as it is. I offer my profuse thanks, and begin eating the sandwich as I walk the short distance to where I'll spend the remainder of my day. Each bite imparts a sweet solace upon me. A joy that shines bright against the encroaching darkness.

The soups here are...

I've gotta say, this is likely the worst E&G's in existence. The place was totally dead and the workers just kind of stared at us when we entered like they couldn't believe we came in. The bread was pretty stale tasting and one of the sandwiches was covered in more sauce than I've ever seen on a sandwich. The thing looked like a bucket of mayo and hot sauce had been poured on it and it was so messy that the bread was saturated and falling apart. Two of the other sandwiches had an entire head of iceberg lettuce on each and there really wasn't any attempt to make them even resemble a sandwich, with both crushed and sad looking. All of them were slapped together with contempt and sent out. One of the employees was loudly complaining about something and swearing, and another kept staring like he still couldn't believe people were there. Bad service and really disappointing food, with a side of depression, only $50! No chance I'll be back, as nobody really should go in the first place, but it's...

Placed an order to have my sandwich delivered to my business address. No one rang the doorbell. So, they just left the bag laying on the ground with my food in it. I have never had an issue with the 25th St. S Fargo store before. I tried two different telephone numbers for the store and no one ever answered the phone. I called multiple times. I had to call the help line for Erbert and Gerberts. The delivery driver DID NOT deserve a tip. They put onions on my sandwich (Halleys Comet), which does not come with onions. I will think twice before placing an order at this...