Moe's Southwest Grill — Restaurant in Georgia

One day I walked into the break room at work, I smelled a delicious smell and look over to see my manager eating a chicken quesadilla with peppers and onions. I knew at that moment, I HAD to have one just like it. I used my adept problem solving abilities to find out more details about WHERE this beautiful masterpiece had come from….. “moes. It’s right next door”. That one sentence, seemingly meaningless to the oblivious bystander, changed the course of my life forever. The first quesadilla I had was perfection. Crispy, juicy, delicious, and not that expensive. I felt like a kid on Christmas every time I walked in to hear the cheery “welcome to moes!” From the beautiful owners who i had grown to love. I started going more, 3-4 times a week. Occasionally I would dream of the quesadilla and have it for breakfast. I even had it 2 times in one day. They knew me well at that point and knew how I liked my quesadillas. A year or so later, I found a new job and have missed them ever since. I am currently writing this from florida, 2.5 years later… eating a gross moes quesadilla, thinking, nay, YEARNING for the moes on Power Ferry. I have not been able to find a single moes in the continental United States that does their quesadillas like this one. I think about them probably once a day. Next time you go in, give an extra smile or tip for me to them. I only hope the best for them, and miss them every single day. Needless to say, don’t take people, places, or things (proper nouns) in your life for granted, because one day you might...

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I’m a regular and had to leave a review after today’s visit around lunch hour. It was busier than what I’m used to and I came into a team of 4 working the front line. 3 of them killed it! Kayla, William, and the cashier (wish I had gotten her name too). The service from them was absolutely EXTRAORDINARY. They had to make some more tofu so I waited a few minutes for that and they stayed on point never forgetting about me. But the impressive parts about them were the communication, awareness, teamwork, speed, thinking ahead, the fluidity of how they moved (esp Kayla), and their VERY POSITIVE attitudes the entire time without getting flustered. They really deserve recognition and an incentive. I was even surprised by Kayla with a little gift card at the drink machine…it was for the few minutes I had to wait. It made the day even better. Food is always fresh and...