Pizza Fail

First of all, Happy Thanksgiving!

Last night, Chris and I went to a pizza place that will remain unnamed. It’s part of a chain that recently opened in the area. I hadn’t gone there, so Chris suggested it. We arrived, ordered, and waited. It took the better part of twenty minutes, but the large pizza arrived and looked fantastic. We each grabbed a slice and tore into it.

Then, Chris stopped.

After a few seconds, he pulled something from his mouth and put it on his plate. It was a piece of plastic or glass (not sure which). As you might expect, we stopped eating that pizza and called the waiter over. He apologized profusely, took the pizza away, and went to get another pizza. While we were waiting, the manager came over and apologized as well. He also made our meal free. Normally, after something like that, I would leave as I would be afraid of encountering more shards of stuff that shouldn’t be in pizza, but Chris wanted to stay. Since he drove, I couldn’t leave myself.

The second pizza arrived, and we carefully started eating it. Unfortunately, the bottom was burned, so we couldn’t bite into it. Again, the waiter and the manager apologized. The manager gave us a gift card this time and told us that a third pizza was on the way. At that point, we decided we’d had enough and left.

I hope everyone has a better Thanksgiving than that. I certainly will.