Pacific Grind Cafe — Restaurant in Lincoln City

Pro: The coffee was pretty good. Con: The staff was condescending and awkward, and the food was just awful. The lady at the drive through asked what we wanted, and as we were speaking she walked away. When she came back, she asked if we were ready to order yet. We don't usually go to snooty coffee shops like this, so apparently we worded our order wrong, and they wouldn't make anything until we said it with just the right terminology. She walked away two more times while we were trying to order, and kept asking if that was it (we only got two drinks and two food items). We tipped over 20%, even though it was a drive through. To get our food, we were told to drive across the street and wait in the car for them to bring it, even though no one was behind us in the drive through. The food took uncomfortably long (I mean, it's inconvenient for a barista to have to LEAVE THE BUILDING). When it finally did come, it was a train wreck. The veggie sandwich was ice cold, despite being toasted. The veggies inside seemed old and basically like they just threw in whatever they had laying around. And the breakfast burrito was made with those frozen pre-cooked eggs that you get in a Jimmy Dean-type breakfast sandwich. At least that one was warm.

Do not...

This Reuben sandwich didn’t just show up, it arrived like a Broadway star, towering marbled rye grilled so perfectly you could hear it whisper, “Welcome to the big leagues, kid.” Inside? Pastrami and corned beef stacked higher than my student loan debt, Swiss cheese melting like it had just achieved enlightenment, and kraut with enough zing to make your taste buds tap dance. I took one bite and thought, “Well, there goes every other Reuben I’ll ever meet. Sorry, folks, pack it up.”

And then the sides. The kettle chips? Crunchy little golden miracles, seasoned like the chef was personally trying to win me over. The pickle spears? Sharp, briny, unapologetic, basically the Samuel L. Jackson of cucumbers. Even the dipping sauce got the star treatment, sprinkled with herbs like it was auditioning for its own cooking show.

This wasn’t a meal, it was a full-scale production. I laughed, I cried, I questioned my place in the universe. If Google let me, I’d give this Reuben ten stars, a standing ovation, and maybe even its own...

I really enjoy the food at pacific grind, specifically their sandwiches, and me and my family were really looking forward to get some lunch here. We left at 2:10 and were certain that we would get there just in the nick of time, when we got in line it was 2:28, and the single group in front of us hadn't ordered yet at 2:29. After they finished paying it was 2:30. We stepped up to where you order and my sister told the woman working there what she was getting, and right when i stepped up, the lady taking our order made a point of checking the time and said at 2:30 on the dot that they could not serve us our sandwhiches because they stopped serving them at 2:30. I found this extremely unnecessary, and i believe they would have let us order if we were part of the group in front of us. Due to the rudeness if this employee, I probably won't be coming back...