"You can order your toppings faster you know," said the man behind the counter who almost received a black eye from moi.
"I bet I can, but I'm figuring out my toppings as I look through your pretty glass case ... you really need to be nicer," I said. I was ticked.
As I waited for my pizza to go through the conveyer belt oven, I noticed the place was louder than loud, really hot and flies peppered the tables. I had to dine in because I was short on time, but wasn't excited about it.
I tried this place a few weeks ago and the staff was a bit nicer but not patient. There were so many options before you even get to the toppings: the crust thickness, garlic sauce, alfredo sauce or marinara sauce. I needed help figuring out what tasted goo…