McAlister's Deli

This is the Honey BBQ Pork Spud (Menu price $10.29) a phrase that apparently means “plain potato with unmet promises.” The potato itself was fine—fluffy, steaming, full of potential. Sadly, it was left to carry the entire dish emotionally. The pulled pork showed up like it was on a break. A few lonely shreds were scattered on top, so scarce I had to double-check this wasn’t a pulled pork–inspired potato. I’ve seen more meat in a vegetarian apology. As for the BBQ sauce? Completely missing in action. Not “light.” Not “on the side.” Just… absent. And then there were the four slices of green onion. Not a sprinkle. Not a garnish. Four. I counted. They felt less like a topping and more like a warning. Overall, this wasn’t a pulled pork BBQ baked potato—it was a baked potato that once heard

Who in the world puts Jalapenos on a chicken salad sandwich? Not me! And I didn’t order it like that! I did 1/2 sandwich and 1/2 nachos and even removed the jalapenos from the nachos! But they decided to put them on the chicken salad sandwich? Gross! I ate the first one before I knew what had even happened.

Every time I come the staff here is welcoming and helpful. They have great attitudes, even when stretched because they are short handed. Absolutely one of my favorite places to eat!

There's only one sandwich I order from McAlister's and it's the modified New Yorker. Pastrami, Corned beef, Roast beef, and deli turkey Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, and creamy horseradish I will post a picture of this generous monstrosity 😋

LUKE LUKE LUKE, where do I start I don’t usually believe in legends, but then I met Luke. Luke doesn’t just work at McAlister’s—he elevates it. There’s something almost cinematic about the way he moves behind the counter, like he’s part of the building itself, an unsung hero ensuring every order comes out just right. When Luke hands you your food, it feels less like a transaction and more like a quiet promise that your day is about to improve. His presence alone makes the sweet tea taste sweeter and the sandwiches feel handcrafted with purpose. He’s calm, effortless, and somehow always exactly where he needs to be, like the McAlister’s equivalent of a folk tale passed down from customer to customer. You don’t ask for Luke—he simply appears when you need him most. If McAlister’s were a s