Papa Johns

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So i had finally mastered the art of cervical dislocation, thanks to one fella named Gopal. And that my experiment can finally see the light of taking the first step.

But that wasn’t all that made my day. After I fetched my baby from the airport, i took her to this sort of new pizza parlor at Times Square to have a pizza.

Apparently they serve better pizzas because they use better ingredients in them. It’s sort of like an “in your face Pizza Hut and Dominos!!” kind of slogan.

However they hold their slogan true as their pizzas are simply delicious. The tomato sauce you can actually savor them as they sort of melt in your mouth. The Mozzarella cheese so much I think i’ll just burst with oil later. The bread is claimed to made fresh daily and I actually finished the crust of a pizza. The meat was black pepper marinated and it tastes awesome.

But what really made my day wasn’t the tasty pizza. For we have ordered a pizza called “Super Papa” ( a spin-off from pizza hut’s super-supreme), but in the end we got a pizza that surprisingly did not look like the Super Papa picture in the menu for there were no olives nor peppers in the pizza topping. So we asked the waiter who served us whether if the pizza served was a Super Papa, and he said yes. So, guessing that the olives and peppers might be just shy and in hiding under the thick layer of cheese, we set about to desecrate our first slice each.

However, our curiosity took the better of us and we waved another waitress and ask her the same question and she replied another resounding “yes”. Convince that our pizza looks exactly like the pizza called “The Meats” and we insisted that we see the restaurant manager.

He appeared 30 seconds later and asked us what was the problem. We told him, while waving the reciept in his face, that the pizza was wrongly given to us. Then with a smile, he said “I’ll ask the kitchens to ready a Super Papa for you now, is that ok?”, and I was like, “is it free?”, and he said “yes, it was our mistake so we are compensating.”. And that was it! He made our day! RM33 for 2 12″ pizzas different toppings.

We ate till our guts exploded.

CB out

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    nee said,

    guys wif pizzas… pfft~~


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