28 year-old minimum-wage pizza boys with attitude
My wife and I met two friends we hadn't seen in months for dinner on a Tuesday night. We were catching up and having a nice time. Then the pizza boy called us up to the order window by whispering our name into the microphone. He told us he couldn't hear their phone ringing and we needed to keep it down. Seriously? This is a pizza joint where you serve yourselves, not a haute French five star. We got a good laugh at that, so they followed that up by making our pizza incorrect and then telling us we couldn't have another beer. Apparently two beers a night is the limit here. If we hadn't have had to pay for our meal up front at the do-it yourself counter we would have walked out. And if we hadn't been running late for a movie next door we would have told them to remake the pie. Anyway, mediocre pizzas, and ridiculously bad service. Too bad, because this place could have been good.
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