If there was ever a way to describe how food tastes and/or where the chef gets their food Streets of New York is not shy about it. After all they did name the restaurant Streets of New York which is what their food tastes like because I'm sure that's where they scraped it from. If they read this review maybe they'll change the restaurant name to Streaks of My Pants.
I'd give less stars is possible. We've ordered from Streets a few times and each time the delivery was a little longer than expected. Each time we ordered we just thought "maybe they're really busy or they're having an off night." No.. they just suck. The first time we called in an order they told us to call a different Streets because they don't send drivers to our neighborhood. I explained that we were actually closer to their location than the one they recommended and the girl hung up. Found out that we can order online and just figured how can they f*ck that up? Well don't know how, but they did. Pizza was under cooked. Things were on the pizza that we specifically marked to not be on the pizza.
- On a side note, I've seen their delivery drivers in our neighborhood while out walking the dog and they drive like goddamn maniacs. Small neighborhood with short winding streets and sidewalks with cars parked tightly on them and children running about and here comes the Streets delivery driver at 60 mph careening around a corner almost killing a child and still doesn't hit the breaks. So if you decide to order some Streets after reading this, tell the driver to slow down a bit. Killing someone's dog isn't worth your sh*tty food.
Ok so my wife and I agreed to never deal with Streets ever again. Her sister calls and says hey you wanna meet at Streets for dinner. I'm not paying so we agree to go. First bad sign, the parking lot is completely vacant apart from her sister's car. Second bad sign, we walk in and the whole place smells like a sewer line burst. The smell was so bad my wife almost vomited on our way to the table. The waitress brought us our drinks and took our orders. Three sandwiches and a salad took all of 35 minutes to cook. I choked down my sandwich and immediately felt sick. Similar to having broken bottles in my gut. My wife's sister paid with her credit card. The waitress took the card and was gone for about 15 minutes. Mind you there are only three other tables in the whole place. I eventually left the table to evacuate my bowls. Funny thing about the bathroom is that the door to the toilet stall doesn't really close and the toilet isn't bolted down. We sped home where my wife promptly locked herself away in a bathroom and I in another. It's 10:00 pm. This all happened at 6 pm. I'm still wishing I were dead and I may miss work tomorrow. I still have the smell of the sewer flavored restaurant in my nose.
Papa Johns' and Dominos' have never messed up an order for me, are always fast, friendly, fairly priced and have never made me sick.