We usually do delivery but decided to pick it up while we were out tonight. It's like a mad house in here. First, the young man who took my order did not have the best manners..."what?" and "yeah" responses. Augh! Then when I come in, I find what looks like a frat party! The cashier was gracious and made conversation. He was also apologetic for the extended wait. Then I look around and see employees' drink bottles in the food area! Yikes! Then another teen is on his phone texting in the cooking area. Too many red flags but I love PJ pizza...
We got home and started enjoying our pizza. On his next-to-last slice, my older son pulls out a piece of hair that could clearly not be any of ours (totally different texture and length). We were disgusted.
I called the manager. She was gracious and offered us a free pizza on our next order. I doubt that I would ever be able to make my husband order again. She was kind enough to refund our money. I am appreciative of the customer service. Just wish I had listened to my gut and let all of the warning signs turn me away before a hair made it to our table.