Fresh Slices is your friendly neighborhood sandwich place, located close to Overton Park in Midtown, with sister locations in Bartlett and Cordova. After hearing several great reviews from friends, I decided to try it myself recently.
The restaurant looks very quaint when walking up from the street. They have a few tables outside on the patio, but Scott and I opted for the air conditioning inside. We went during an off hour, so the place was pretty empty. Only two other tables and us were there to keep the employees company.
We find a cozy booth in the back to relax in. We wait for someone to come take our drink order, but our server was nowhere to be found. (I later observe that there are only 2 people on the clock: the guy cooking the food and the girl bringing it to the table.) She finally came to greet us 5-10 minutes later and get our drink order. We were both thirsty for a beer, but we could not find alcohol anywhere on the list. The following conversation went something like this:
Me: I would like a water. What beer to you guys serve?
Server: I don’t know off the top of my head. We have a few.
Me: Okay, can you give me a couple of names?
Server: What were you thinking?
Me: Do you have Sam Adams, Fat Tire, or Newcastle?
Server: I don’t know. I don’t think so. Do you want me to go check?
Me: That would be great. Please.
*Server leaves to go find out, but making it clear she is annoyed. She returns a couple minutes later.*
Server: No we do not. Would you like to see a beer list?
Me: Yes, please.
*Server leaves again, making sure we know that she is annoyed. She returns with a beer and wine menu.*
Me: I think we will both take waters for now while we look over this menu.
Server: Okay (*still looking clearly annoyed*)
She came back with our water and asked if we knew what we wanted to eat. We had not looked at the food menu yet, since we were trying to determine what beer we wanted. I told her not yet, but she walked away before I could finish telling her what beer we wanted.
Scott and I continued to look at the food menu, and at this point we were just ready to eat and leave. We decided we didn’t want beer, since it had been such an ordeal. We didn’t want to add any more steps for our server, and honestly, we thought it would prolong our waiting process.
A while later, our server had still not come back. We finally saw her and flagged her down. We decided to split an appetizer and an entree, but we ordered both at the same time to make sure we got our order in.
We ordered the Rio Grande Dip, which is “Bean & beef mix, guacamole sour cream, blend colby & jack cheese, jalapeno pepper slices, diced tomatoes, green onions, sliced black olives, tortilla chips”.
We also ordered the Grilled Chicken Sandwich with fries.
The dip was pretty good, and it had a lot of goodies in it. It was also a pretty large size, enough to split between a few people (or one person and Scott, whose life revolves around cheese). My only qualm with it was the chips. They were the bargain tortilla chips that come in the large, clear plastic bag. They tasted cheap. I buy better tortilla chips at the store than that.
The grilled chicken sandwich was good, but nothing special. I liked the ciabatta-like bread that it came on.
After finishing our meal, our server was once again nowhere to be found. After waiting for a while, we flagged her down and asked for the check. It’s also worth noting that we never saw her again after receiving our food.
I honestly do not know if I will be back to Fresh Slices again. The food was okay. I would be more than willing to give it another shot, if the service was not so bad. If someone invites me out to eat here, I would not refuse. However, it will probably not be my choice to ever return. To many wrongs do not make a right, isn’t that how the saying goes?
Fresh Slices does not have a website or social networking page. You can, however, find them on Marks Menus to see their menu. You can find more reviews on Urbanspoon, Yelp, and Trip Advisor. For more write-ups about them, see articles in Dining With Monkeys, The Memphis Flyer, The Commercial Appeal, or Memphis Business Journal.