Cajetan Bakery & Specialty Store

Why oh why didn’t I consult Unilocal before coming here?!? Bah. At least I know that this place truly deserves 1 – 2 stars and that it isn’t the heartburn talking. The panini that I really wanted wasn’t going to happen because they didn’t have one of the key ingredients to make it. Sad since that ingredient was a deli meat. This is a deli? I ordered something else but asked for the same bread as the other sandwich. It wasn’t until I got home that I noticed that they didn’t make it as I requested but luckily it was okay. Flavor wise, it was very boring and disappointing. It certainly did not merit the heartburn. For the price they charge I’d rather go to Whole Foods where they make seriously great panini and grilled sandwiches for around the same price.
Cajetan is only worthwhile if you are in the immediate area and you are absolutely starving but don’t have time to look anywhere else. As for the bakery portion of the deli, it looks like they order over-​processed muffins to be delivered. That’s just not my definition of a bakery.

I work right above this deli. I’ve actually eaten here numerous times. Every single experience was horrible with Cajetan, but I keep coming back because it’s so close to where i work.
First off, it feels like you have to wait 30 minutes to get a sandwich here. The employees here are just plain clueless and just stand around most of the time.
As for the sandwiches, I usually throw half of it away because after I’ve had a few bites, i’ve realized I’m not hungry anymore, just upset.
I’ve also had their BBQ sandwiches, which again, were horrible. Microwaved meat in between cold buns. And don’t get me started with their breakfast sandwiches. It’s like eating tasteless eggs and bacon between a cold roll.
If you care for your money or your stomach, don’t eat here! I warn you, don’t eat here!

When a Unilocal loving co-​worker came by my desk today and suggested that we WALK to get coffee at Vivace (instead of drive with our morning soundtrack blaring to the Starbucks drive-​in for my beloved Turkey Bacon sandwich), I was hesitant. But, given that I haven’t gotten the morning round at Viv lately I was willing — nice walk, fall colors, etc… I have been a really good girl, so I can have a GD Ham and Cheese Croissant (maybe with an Almond back).
As we rounded the corner on to Yale, I saw the sandwich board in front of Cajetan boasting a breakfast sandwich. Suh-​weet! I can still have my eggs. We go get our coffees (which was sort of awkward given the history one of the crew has with a certain barista) and toodle on back.
The place is BARREN. Just one row of shelving and an couple of largely empty deli cases. Apprehensively order my sandwich — I ask for Swiss — not an option I am told as I stare at the huge round of it in the deli case in front of me. That’s cool — cutting unneeded fat through the laziness of others — whatever gets me there, right?
I watch as my eggs are overcooked on a hot plate. Mother fuck. He folds them into a cibatta roll — a COLD cibatta roll — and tops them with what can only be luke warm ham. A heavy sadness descends upon me.
I pay while my friend’s sandwich is being made. Spirit 105.3, bringing the contemporary sounds of whoreship, is gently playing on the radio. The guy who rings me up sees my Viv cup and tells me that I should have gotten coffee from him — you see the sandwich and coffee is a great deal! «As soon as you can make me on of these, I’m there.», I tell him as I raise my quad Café Caramel made with the buttery kisses of angels. Pagan angels who like gay people.
My friend’s sandwich isn’t done yet, so I peruse the wine. Just because I don’t drink it anymore doesn’t mean I don’t still know my shit. And it was ALL SHIT. ’04 Coppola Merlot was the highlight — dreck.
On the way back to the office the smell of overcooked eggs sits in my nostrils; I become more and more bereft with every step. «This is going to suck it.», I think. I ate what I needed to for survival sake and trashed the rest. I THREW FOOD AWAY. ??? It’s shit like this that validates my fear of change.
Wow — that was a lot of blather for a place I am never going back to.

Just opened on Monday. I had been anxiously awaiting, as Seattle is seriously lacking in the good deli area. Its no Stage or Carnegie, but this will suffice — for now. Very similar in all aspects to the QFC deli. The sandwiches are more «gourmet» than most; I had the italian veggie, it was decent at a fairly reasonable price. Nothing to rave about though. Its really more of a cornerish grocery store. They have packaged sushi, cheeses, hummus, hot food, salads, soups, and a huge wine and beer section. They stay open fairly late, I think 9 p.m. I’m just glad to have a convenience store near Alley 24.