Jersey Mike’s, a fast-casual sub sandwich franchise with more than 2,500 locations open and under development nationwide, has a long history of community involvement and support. Started at the Jersey Shore in 1956, Jersey Mike’s serves authentic East Coast-style subs on fresh baked bread – the same recipe it started with over 60 years ago. The company’s mission is to bring its customers the highest quality, freshest made sub in the industry and give back to the communities in which it operates.
New Jersey–based counter-serve sandwich chain serving jumbo subs filled with cold cuts & toppings.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 8704 Beulah Rd Suite A3, Pensacola, FL 32526
Phone: (850) 418-6045
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I highly recommend Googling the numbers that aren’t on the menu board!! There are sandwiches that you just have to know the number to order? I think you can get any of the cold subs grilled. All and all, it’s very interesting and extremely tasty . I will definitely go again
From the glowing screen, I summoned a Bacon Chicken Ranch, regular in size yet destined for greatness, accompanied by a fountain drink and chips—mere squires to the main hero. But destiny was sealed in the sacred runes of the Special Instructions, where I etched these fateful words:
“Sauce it up. I want you to put as much sauce as possible—to a point where you question your own sanity.”
The order was sent. The die was cast.
When I arrived to claim my prize, the keeper of the counter handed me the bag with a look that suggested they had seen things. On the receipt, scrawled not as a note but as a warning, were the words:
“Beware of the Sauce.”
I felt it immediately. The sandwich—heavier than any before it—rested in my hands like a relic of immense and unstable power.
I filled my drink, unaware that it would soon be the least dramatic liquid involved in this meal, and departed to enjoy my work-lunch in peace. Or so I thought.
Back at my desk, I carefully unwrapped the sandwich, peeling back the paper as one might open an ancient tomb. And then—chaos.
Sauce erupted forth like a breached dam. It spilled, flowed, and conquered, claiming my desk as its territory. The sandwich was drenched utterly, baptized from head to toe in ranch-fueled glory. The wrapper, once a simple barrier, had transformed into a soup bowl, bravely containing the excess while silently questioning the decisions that led to this moment.
What followed was not eating, but strategy.
Each bite required negotiation. Fingers fought for clean territory. Angles were calculated. Pressure was applied with surgical precision. My coworkers watched from afar, whispering among themselves, certain they were witnessing madness—or perhaps a ritual forbidden by HR.
But I endured.
And when the final bite was taken, when the last drop of sauce had been reckoned with, I stood victorious. Hands messy. Soul fulfilled.
I can say, without hesitation or exaggeration:
It was the greatest sandwich Jersey Mike’s has ever bestowed upon this world.
10/10.
I would return.
And I would ask for more sauce.
To the owner: Find the workers who served me on March 3, 2026 at 12 pm and let it be known they deserve the highest of distinctions.
Very patient, sweet, and while making the sandwiches they stayed engaged in conversation sharing stories of their own. Their teamwork and customer engagement was amazing and of course the sandwiches were great!
The sandwich technician then told me the sandwich was too small to cut in half, so he made two instead. At this point, I was very confused.
After realizing all hope was lost and still trying to understand how a sandwich could be too small to cut in half, they charged me for two kids meals and one medium combo. I ended up paying $36.00 for one medium combo and two kids sandwiches.
To make matters worse, the manager began swearing at the sandwich technician about the two-sandwich issue in front of my 10-year-old child.
If you don’t value your money and want to explain to your child how not to speak to employees, this is the place for you.