Not really fast food, but this summer I went to a sub place called Martone's in Essex Vermont, the town I attended middle school. Now anyone who's spent some time in that area and doesn't have their head up their ass knows that Martone's is the best fucking sub shop in the world, all Boar's Head meat and cheese, the most delicious fresh baked bread ever and they fucking load these things. No joke I think they use about a pound of meat and 6-8 slices of cheese, eating their sub is truly a religious experience. Anyway, I hadn't had a sub from Martone's since Columbus day of 2008 (my last trip to VT) and needless to say I was excited to experience this beauty once again. My GF and I order subs to go, she gets roast beef with mayo and I get Turkey with oil and vinegar, she asks if I want to trade bites when we get back and I politely refuse since I cannot eat anything once it's been touched with mayo, but offer her a bite of mine. We drive back to Charlotte and hop the ferry back to Willsboro, NY where we were staying. During the entire ferry ride I am literally shaking with excitement and refuse to stop talking about how great it is to be eating Martone's again. We get back to the place and sit down to eat. I take the paper off the sub like a kid on Christmas morning opening up the box he knows has his PS3 in it, I couldn't be more excited. I look at the sub in all its majesty, high quality turkey, cheese and vegetables as far as the eye can see, I pick up and hold the sub, it's just like I remember it, I can feel the perfect mixture of a hard exterior and a soft inside of the bread. I can also see some of the whi... WAIT IS THAT FUCKING MAYO ON MY SUB? I SPECIFICALLY ASKED FOR OIL AND VINEGAR, THERE'S NO WAY THAT BITCH DIDN'T HEAR ME, I WOULD NEVER ASK FOR MAYO. TWO FUCKING YEARS SINCE I'VE HAD A SUB FROM THERE AND I CAN'T EVEN EAT IT BECAUSE THEY FUCKED UP THE ORDER. My heart was broken, it totally ruined my afternoon. If I walked in on my best friend fucking my girlfriend that would only have been the second worst thing to happen to me that day. Needless to say I will never ever not check a takeout order before leaving the shop again. To add insult to injury I had to watch one of my friends who likes mayo eat the sub. He knows how much I love that place and being a good friend (read: total dick) wasn't even remotely bashful about proclaiming how delicious the sub was and how much greatness I was missing out on. Wait, are you telling us that for $6 they just put Doritos on a plate and handed them to you? They didn't put nacho cheese on them first? Just straight up Doritos from the bag on the plate? I've heard of some shady shit before, but that takes the cake.