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An unexpectedly delightful summer discovery: Pepperjacks Subs in Scaggsville. They’ve been there for a while, (since 2003) but we have just belatedly found them.

Pepperjacks has a decidedly old school vibe.


Built in an updated/renovated Amoco service station that dates from 1932, the restaurant has a comfy, back-in-the-day atmosphere. It’s the kind of place you might visit on vacation. We definitely felt as though we could have been at the beach or someplace away from ordinary day to day life.

The service is friendly and helpful. You order at the counter and then find a seat. They’ll holler for you when your order is ready. All the food we’ve had has been solidly good, and the regular sized subs have sometimes been filling enough that half would do for a meal. The root beer floats are stellar.

And for me, it wouldn’t be summer without a good root beer float.

It’s a small place, but there is seating inside and out. They have their own Little Free Library on site as well. Dogs are welcome (outside). I image they get quite a bit of take-out business.

Their website says that they have opened a second Pepperjacks in Annapolis Junction. The food may be the same but I imagine that the vibe can’t be replicated.

Pepperjacks Subs
MON-FRI 8:30AM-9PM
SAT & SUN 8AM-9PM
Serving Breakfast till 10:30AM 
10919 Scaggsville Rd, Laurel, MD 20723

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