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| - When my girlfriend and I drove to this place, we saw that the parking lot was completely filled and there were people standing outside. I thought that would mean that this place was so hopping that there was not any room except for outside the place (room we would have gladly taken). Upon entering the establishment, however, we realized that the energy that was emanating was coming from the brewery next door. This place was definitely way more low key.
As we do in most new establishments to us, my girlfriend and I were going to take our time taking it all in and reading the menu, deciding all of our options and making the best meal possible. The cashier, however, seemed incredibly expectant that we order immediately, for the menu must have been simple for him and it therefore should have been for us. I was not necessarily held up on the amount of choices, but rather the price. $4 for a slice of cheese pizza is outrageous, I do not care how big or good it is.
When I finally decided that I would try this place's food, just in the spirit of being adventurous, I ordered two slices of pizza, two drinks, and a dipping sauce. The entire process involved a lot of uncertainty, now on the part of the cashier and not me, for everything I was doing seemed to be wrong. He took our name, and when the pizza was ready, I was called up to get it. Upon returning to my table, I realized that the order had not even been completed correctly, for I was missing my dipping sauce. Upon asking for it, I received a garlic sauce that had been purchased from somewhere and was nowhere close to the quality I was expecting when I paid for an extra sauce.
The pizza is nothing special, honestly. So what if it is as big as a baby, or as big as a head, or whatever you wish to say? The crust was dry and crunchy, and there really was not much cheese on the pizza at all. I like my cheese chewy, but not because there is barely any on the pizza. I felt like all I was paying for was the phenomenon of it being a large slice of pizza, and for someone who is not interested in falling victim to marketing, it was nowhere near worth my time. The attempt of the physical environment (possibly artsy?) ended up making the place look like it was completely falling apart. I do not know what kind of person would enjoy the appearance of that place. My girlfriend noted that there is a better pizza place she knows about, where it will most likely be cheaper.
This is the type of place that expects a certain behavior from you. That is the reason why I do not particularly like going in Chipotle, for, as I have always said, they treat you like a burrito. They expect for you to come there knowing immediately what you would like to order, even though that is nearly impossible on the first time. They expect you to play along with the way that they act towards you, and they expect for you to have a good time, enjoy the pizza, and leave wanting to come back. The employees seemed incredibly wrapped up in themselves, and I am pretty sure that they failed to realize that their service was what would have led me to like the place more (even though the pizza is not the best). The cashier did thank us on the way out and tell us to come back, but by then it was too late.
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