We had just unloaded our moving truck and decided on pizza for the crew of helpers. Â This place seemed like a good choice due to the interesting sauce reviews. Â Since we were low on cash after relocation expenses, I phoned in and explained we r new to the area and inquired about any available specials. Â I got a blunt no. Â
Meanwhile someone in our group used their phone to pull-up coupons for this place, but Analfellows phone girl said they only give those out after I buy a pizza. Â She suggested I could also get one out of a local paper?!! Â WTF, it's on our phone screen! Â
I had to get a manager override on that "box of rocks" policy. Â Thank you sooooo much! Â Even after this phone bimbo rang my order upon pickup, she carried-on her grudge like I was stealing from her baby's college fund...clearly it wasn't hers. Â
Whatever..not sure what left a worse taste in my mouth: the horrible call-in, the "here's your pizza, go #!%@ yourself" pickup experience...or a pizza sauce so sweet, even my dog wouldn't eat the leftovers.