Papa John’s Pizza

This has to be the worst place in Tucker to buy a pizza. The pizza did not taste good and the service was bad. I will not be going back to this place.

This pizza and cookies were amazing!!! Perfectly cooked at 10pm when I had to choose between this and Waffle House. So glad I chose this PapaJohns.

Typical pizza from a typical chain. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the previous posts but nothing that blew my mind. I was glad they didn’t skimp on the hot peppers. It was pretty fast service as well.

This is the closest Papa Johns to the home where I was with (not babysitting, but SUPERVISING) a house full of teenagers after a half-​day at school for their last day before Christmas break. And by «closest» let me make you aware that it is not actually close. Google maps put us at nearly 6 miles away, and about a 15 minute drive. So, we’re not around the corner. And I know it takes time to make and deliver food.
I went online at 11:30am, well before I even picked the kids up at school, to the website and placed an order for a pizza (ONE) and breadsticks. Nothing crazy. It’s not like it was a huge order. But they have this nifty little tool that asks you if this is a future order, and if so — what TIME you would like it DELIVERED. Awesome. We will be home about 12:30/12:45. So, please to be delivering food to these crazy kids by 1pm! Thank you!
Also nifty — you can add the tip for the driver right there online, so you don’t have to fiddle with it later! You can just grab the pizzas and throw them to the piranha-​children, hoping your fingers don’t get taken off by mistake. So we get home at 12:45pm, and I get them settled in front of the tv with the promise of food in the next 15 – 20 minutes.
1 o’clock comes and goes and there is no pizza. The kids are antsy and hungry, but still mostly distracted.
1:30 comes and goes. Still there is no pizza. The kids are growing restless; their hunger levels rising and with it the noise level of hungry-​grump. I call the store: WHERESthePIZZA?! And I’m told, after being on hold for 5 minutes, that it’s «on the way».
2 o’clock comes and goes. The teens are now pacing the living room and kitchen with blood lust in their eyes. I fear they are planning mutiny. I peer anxiously out the front window, hoping for a glimpse of salvation.
Finally at 2:15pm a strange car pulls into the driveway. I nearly have to beat the children back with a stick to keep them in the house, for fear that they make overpower the driver and eat her where she stands. I meet her outside. She mumbles out some feeble apology, as if anything she says will erase the last harrowing hour of torture. I saw my life flash before my eyes. And I couldn’t even show my disdain for their irresponsibility by reducing the tip, because I had already paid it.
The children ate the pizza — not me. And I lived to fight another day.
But what kind of business practice is it to ask someone WHEN the want the pizza, but not deliver it on time? I believe that a 90 minute head start is sufficient to cook a pizza (takes, max, 30 mins?) and deliver it to a house that is (max, with traffic) 20 mins away (grand total of 50 out of 90 minutes allotted). Did they not start cooking the pizza until 1pm? I don’t understand.
And moreover, aside from the driver’s feeble apology (btw — I don’t hold her solely responsible, she did her job — she drove. This fail was clearly a team effort on ALL FRONTS.), I couldn’t even get an apology from the person I spoke to on the phone. No recompense whatsoever. I am sorely disappointed, in all of you.
tl;dr: I NEARLY LOST MY LIFE WAITING FOR A PIZZA!

I usually order ahead online and they almost always have my pizza ready to go. Once or twice it has been in the oven when I got there. My order has always been correct. Their credit card machine doesn’t always work for some reason. It is usually a quick in and out to pick it up.

Let’s set the scene. Everybody except the delivery guy, is dusty with flour. I place my order then go outside to wait for it. I return. The cashier girl takes my money with her flour crusted, dirty hands. Since she didn’t wash her hands before taking my money, I’ll just assume she won’t wash them before making the next pizza. So my pizza was probably made with the same dirty, flour crusted hands. Money is one of the dirtiest things on earth. I take my pizza because I’m starving to death but I won’t return.

Despite being located 3.5 miles from the store, this location doesn’t deliver here. They helpfully told me that NO Papa John’s delivers here (off N. Hairston Rd.). Guess they don’t need my money.

Decent pizza. They messed up my order and didn’t even begin making it until I arrived, but they were very nice to me, and took good care of me once they realized their mistake.

Recently I ordered a pizza from my cell since I was having people over to my house. I called at 6:55 according to my cell record. My company arrived and I was busy when all of a sudden it was 8:20 and no pizza! I went to my «recent calls» list and hit their number. They had NO RECORD of my order and the lady I spoke to just did not want to work with me or help me. I told her I had people waiting on the 2 pizzas and she acted as if she could care less! I hung up, called Pizza Hut and had it in 30 minutes.
While I think Papa Johns has a better pizza, I will not deal with that type of customer service! From here on out I will pick up from Enzo’s in Tucker. There is no comparison there with anyone else!!!

I was taken aback with how seamless the Papa J’s online ordering experience was today.
as:
1) My neighbor who ordered the food is a spaz (he’s ok with it, we’ve talked it over, he has nowhere to go but up, and as I said, to him, that’s a good thing)
2) Southerners aren’t good with computers
Boy was I wrong!
Got some wings, some chicken strips, some pizza with roma tomatoes black olives, green peppers, and pepperoni. The good thing about online ordering is you can put what toppings where, with ease. The wings were good and oddly the chicken strips were some of the best I’ve had in ages. And it came ahead of the time promised! Well done, papa, well done.
And to top it all off… because the box was adorned with Harrison Ford’s ruminant mug, there was something I experienced in relation to Indy 4 that was painless upon the senses, tasteful, and actually relevant in the year 2008.
Thanks Papa J you really blew me away with that one.