Peter Piper Pizza

I do not usually complain, but this merretts a response.
Once a week we eat your Peter Piper on 22^nd. Love this place until we observer what we can only term anarchy with your employees.
We watched mayhem and disregard for customers experience (ours), and disregard for the manager, «Chancey» or somethn close to that spelling.
He politely asked for them to do their work as they made obscene gestures at him, He did not see this but our kids did.
Directly after that it got busy but they ignored his calls for help.
A bit later they we using profanity right by our table! We left.
Ruined our dinner.

So good! I love the pizza and the wings. Very delicious stuff. Lots of games also. Wish they had a better version of air hockey though

I went in for the lunch buffet and when we walked in I was waiting in line while the cashier was just talking to another girl. The manager had to come over and help me since she wasn’t going to. When I got my salad and pizza I took a bite of my salad and I quickly spit it out and noticed there was an extremely long strand of hair! When I told the manager all he said was «sorry I don’t know what you want me to do.» I would not recommend this place unless you like eating other peoples hair!

The cashier was so nice I hate to write this review. I stopped by for the lunch buffet. They have taken every bit of flavor out of the pizza to achieve the cheap price. Paper thin crust, minimum cheese, tomato paste not sauce. Three types of salad just meant 3 types of lettuce and dressing. Bummer. If their management amped up the flavor they could increase the customer traffic net result profitability.

So, I’m sitting here at work reading a brand new, fresh-​off-​the-​keyboard Unilocal review written by my nearest & dearest (and ethereally beautiful) best friend Naomi G. In this review she wittingly chose the verb «polished» to describe her most recent experience devouring a ¼ lb burger (and accompanied fries). What’s funny about this mental image to me, is if you saw her, you’d wonder where she fit it all. I mean, she literally is the quintessential poster child for what a gorgeous petite woman should look like.
What does all this have to do with Peter Piper Pizza, you ask? Well, let me tell you!
A long, long time ago, in a land not so far away (about 500 miles to be exact), two girls (let’s call them Naomi & Rebecca) met up frequently for social outings together. These outings weren’t like that of most other girls. They didn’t sip on cosmopolitan martinis in some fancy New York sky scraper like Carrie & Miranda. They didn’t get pedicures together at some fancy resort. They didn’t go to a blow out bar and get their hurr did (Naomi mostly did that solo & Rebecca was too broke at the time). No, these girls were different.
When they went out, they met up at Peter Piper Pizza where together, these two «polished» off a large pepperoni pizza and a basket of buffalo wings. They didn’t care about the P.O.S. carousel there or the alluring ski ball games. They didn’t care about the child cootie-​soaked carpet beneath their feet or the useless waste-​of-​space plastic prizes. All they cared about was their pizza and the time they got to spend together eating it. By the time they left, Rebecca practically had to be rolled out of the joint, kind of like Violet from Willie Wonka… and Naomi always skipped out with childlike energy… again wondering, where does she fit it all? (Jealous!)
The moral of this story? Well, there’s a few. The first is size doesn’t matter, unless of course you’re a guy, and I’m sad to say you’ll be battling that one for the bulk of your life. The second is that no matter where you go, spending time with someone you love can make a 3 star place into a 5 star experience. And lastly, Peter Piper Pizza has some damn yummy pizza!
Thanks for the nostalgia, Naomi. I miss you and our pizza outings. :)