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| - Aaaahh, Tempe, my old college stomping grounds. Pizza. Awesome.
Thank you Eddie's pizza and lounge for pissing in the face of my college memories.
For the better part of three weeks finding a vast array of coupons from this place all over my truck, typically five or six in the door handle and the all famous stack of them in the now bent windshield wiper of my truck, I decide to give this place a try. I will take this regret to my grave.
Five bucks for a large pizza and a drink, shit that is an awesome deal! At least I thought it was. I would have been better off giving my money to a bum and having him punch me in the nuts.
After calling the number on the coupon that littered my truck and parking lot, I decide to place an order for their special. I ask if their coupon special includes delivery. The girl answering the phone said "Really, well you are going to be waiting for a long time, it isn't that big of an order. We don't like to deliver for the coupon special." I assume that is the business equivalent of "Fuck no" so I tell her I'll just come pick it up. I am told my order will be ready from 20 minutes to an hour. Somewhat of a vast window, but I live close so I decide to request a dance from the devil. The devil won.
I show up about 30 minutes later (seemed reasonable) and was told I need to wait and was offered to rent a hookah while I waited. Are you fucking serious? Not wanting anyone to spit in my food, I politely tell her no and sit down on the couch to watch the game on T.V. She then turns the channel to something else.
Leaving 20 minutes later when my pizza is done, the cook comes out after handing it over to her, runs out, asks me what I ordered. I tell him and he opens up the box again, looks at it, and says I am good to go. I don't know what the hell that is about until I get home.
Of course, they fucked up my order. I'm not surprised or amused. At least I got my can of soda.
I take the pizza home. Not what I ordered. In retrospect, I should have put a Totinos in the oven. This pizza tasted like a generic undercooked store brand pizza. Not only was my order wrong, it was very undercooked. I had to put it in my own oven when I got home, missing even more of the game. I ate 3 slices and threw the rest away. I didn't even want to give the leftovers to the dogs, they would probably bite me for feeding them that shit.
Seriously, how do you ruin pizza? It is like toast.
The food was shit, the service was even worse. But that can of Mountain dew I got was nice and chilly. At least they have that going for them. You earned one star.
The coupons from this place no longer blow around the parking lot of where I live like tumbleweeds on a holy war of declaring jihad against tastebuds around the greater Tempe area, but the scars of eating here will remain forever.
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