Just finished attempting to eat a pizza from the local place that does delivery. Never again will I darken their doors ~ or will they darken mine ~ or whatever. This large pizza was hastily cut into 8 pieces, was burnt, had no pizza sauce, & most of the cheese had slid off & was bunched in a heap because the delivery person did not carry it flat. Let's not even get into the fact that they used canned mushrooms.
I am not in the mood for incompetence at the best of times, but when I'm in the middle of a month-long funk, you sure as shit better not burn my pizza.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
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so was it $50.00 ?
Oh no. Really? I am assuming I know the place. Haven't ordered in recently though, not many places deliver this farm in the suburbs. But that is bad. Bad. Sorry 'bout your pizza.
No, not $50 this time, only $14. Still not worth it. My cat coughs up hairballs that look better.
Hey, so maybe this makes me a hypocrite, but I really think you should say something to them, because otherwise they'll never improve, and then where will we eat?
B.
Yeah, I can't figure out what is more important to report - food poisoning or burnt pizza.
I think we should just give up completely on eating in restaurants in Dodge & just take turns having dinner parties.
Safer all around.
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