Spar

I really don’t like this Spar, and it’s all to do with the deli.
The hot food looks OK, and including stirfry noodles and the like, is at least a bit more varied than the usual assortment of sausage rolls and curled up pasties you get at most places. But the sandwich section is really bad.
Trust me, I’m not fussy. As long as it’s edible and has some sort of flavour, I’m usually happy. And I’m not going to go to a supermarket sandwich counter and expect magic.
But I do expect the food to be covered when not being served, and to be topped up occasionally so the staff aren’t scraping the last remnants out of the tub. The last sandwich I got here was actually inedible, and that’s saying something.
And most of all — the sour-​faced young woman behind the counter who is either outright rude or so unengaging I’ve wondered if there is actually something wrong with her. She refused to make me a sandwich once at 445pm even though the deli is meant to be open til 5, as she was ‘leaving early’. The last time I went there, she took about three minutes asking me what I wanted, as she was wiping the counters down with a dishcloth in a very dreamy way. (I was the only customer there, btw.) Then, when I ordered the ill-​fated sandwich, she just as dreamily put a tiny amount of mayo on the bread and dreamily spent about thirty seconds sloooooooowly sprrrrrrrrreading it around. Em, could I have a bit more on there? I said, Oliver Twist like, but I don’t think she even heard me.
This Spar needs to overhaul its deli asap.