Papa John’s Pizza

Literally just hung up on some asshole who clearly can’t operate a telephone. Even Hellen Keller had that position. RIDICULOUS

If you have a burning desire to be talked to like a piece of garbage by a pimply-​faced teen boy on a power trip, by all means, give this Papa John’s a try!
We made an online order of pizza and breadsticks. Nothing difficult. It’s Sunday. No Steelers, Pirates, or Pens game. Can’t be that busy. Our email confirmation said 30 – 40 minutes.
After an hour, we call. The order is on it’s way, this kid says. A half an hour after that, we call. The same kid explains that the driver got stuck at another location, but assured us he was on his way now. After another 15 minutes, we call again and cancel the order, because at this point our food had been cold for well over 45 minutes.
The kid was such a snot that I’m still upset about it. I hope one day he grows up and becomes a contributing member of society. If you like being treated like a valued customer, I would steer clear of this place.
Off to grab my take order from Slice on Broadway.

Awful place. Kids just working here for a paycheck, they don’t care one bit about customer statisfaction. Asked the ignorant kid in charge if he could split the order down the middle as me and my buddy got the two pizza deal and he said he «never heard of anyone doing that».
Pathetic pizza, absolute garbage. Stay away from this place. I’m calling their corporate number after I finish this review. IT IS THAT BAD.

I ordered a pizza from this papa johns. Gave my address and waited for the pizza to be delivered. 20 minutes later I received a phone call saying they don’t deliver to my address. (3 miles away) when I complained about not being told that when I ordered the manager hung up on me. Horrible customer service.

Darren’s a dootiehead again. I found nothing wrong with their pizza or wings.

After arguing with Kay over which business to have food delivered from, Kay got her way and caused me to spend around 40 smackers (including tip) on a pizza that had the consistency and flavor of a flat, sopping wet sponge with catsup and mucuous-​like cheese on it. This was a «meat lover’s» also, meaning it was piled high with ham, pepperoni, and bacon, all of which were of Steakumms-​level delectability.
The wings were rubbery and fat like tool handles.
The CinnaApple Pie for dessert was about a notch above Entenmanns. Sugary icing, canned pie filling, and that pathetically pliant crust satisfied a sweet craving and barely.
Delivery took over an hour despite being minutes away.
Papa John’s ain’t got it goin’ on. Let this review remind you the reader to support your indie pizza parlors.