The quality of the food and selection of healthy, organic, locally grown products is first-rate. The dining area is clean and pleasant, and almost all of the personnel are cheery and helpful. The breads that are made on the premises are exceptional and are alone reason enough to make regular visits to the store. But it is the dining experience I wish to comment on.
Wild Oats features a hot and cold salad bar with some fine, fresh offerings that one can take out or enjoy in the low key and inviting dining section by the windows. I wish that the hot entrees had more variety on a day to day basis. Tofu and unboned chicken in rather unvarying sauces are not tempting and are the usual culprits. When dishes like eggplant Parmesan make a rare appearance they are most welcome. And while I love the curried chicken or turkey sandwiches, that area could use more variety as well. Soups are usually quite hearty (except when selfish customers drain out the broth and and fill their containers with the vegetables, beans and meats)
My main criticism is that while almost the entire staff are professional and courteous, I hate the experience of dining there when two of the young male workers are on duty. These two oafs conduct themselves as if they are in Animal House. Perhaps they are taking the first name of the establishment as an excuse to indulge in their loud, intrusive rants, songs and other assorted noises more appropriate to oat-eaters on a farm. The other night, I almost spilled my drink when one of them burst out of a door behind me singing like an out of tune Yahoo.
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