So in the last few years Domino’s Pizza upgraded their recipe. With that switch they went from “Packing Materiel” to “Prison Food”.
I ordered the pizza when everybody was talking about the new recipe. I ruled that I would be MUCH better off ordering pizza from a local non-chain shop, or popping a frozen rising crust in the oven.
This week I got a coupon for a large one-topping pie and an order of wings for $15. Factoring in delivery, I thought it seemed worth it.
W R O N G!
Strike 1: Lady on the phone was LITERALLY retarded. Seriously, she answered the phone with a: “Hello? Uhh….uhhh…Domino’s Pizza?”
Seriously, you can’t make this shit up! After we struggled for a bit to figure out what information she wanted to get my order, I asked for a Bacon pie, and boneless buffalo wings.
She then quoted a price $2 higher, I assume because of Massachusetts bullshit taxes, can’t blame them, but it did change my mood.
Pizza arrived promptly…that’s the good part.
Pizza was mediocre as expected, and the boneless buffalo wings had turned into bone-in BBQ wings…and they weren’t good BBQ either.
Oh well, that turned out to be a HUGE mistake. So yeah, the rest of my coupons are in the trash, and to you Domino’s, FUCK YOU and your Mother’s Birth Canal smells of Feet, Onions, and Diesel fuel.
Seriously there are like 3 REALLY good pizza places within a mile of my house, and maybe 5 OK places that sell pizza…and I have frozen pizza in my freezer.
Domino’s, never again. Heed my warning Weer’d World readers!