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We had it delivered to my condo - after the deliveryman scuttled off into the night we opened the box to find the pizza semi-burnt with half of the toppings missing. I called them to see what we could do and received a screaming earful of incomprehensible ESL threats (comical, really).
I decided to leave the matter until the next day and return the pizza in person, hoping for more progress than what I'd just experienced. That night we ate some salad instead, calling it our "anti-moob" action.
Upon arrival to their dank, filthy, repulsive location the next day, well......let's just say if I wanted to be verbally abused by a hairy, irate, trainwreck of a man I'd go visit Mel Gibson.
He looked at the pizza and said there was nothing wrong with it, but that if I wanted they would give me a free pizza to replace it. I politely let "Mel" know that if that's what their pizza was supposed to be like, I'd rather not.
There's a chance that Hitler may rate this place higher than one star, but it's doubtful.
We certainly won't return.
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