I remember taking my daughter to Peter Piper Pizza when she was much younger, and it has always been a great place to take the kids. Now that she's a teenager, it is just a necessary evil when you're hungry and desperate.
Over the years, PPP has gotten noisier (I couldn't hear them call my number over the din.), dirtier and the pizza quality has gone downhill. And the service? I ordered a pizza, salad and drinks. They didn't give me my salad at the register because I was to pick it up when my pizza was ready and yet, the salad was nowhere in sight. I politely asked the counter "help" for it and was snottily told that I need to remind them what's on the order. Nice. His explanation: "salad receipts don't fit in the same rack as pizza receipts" so they have no way of knowing someone's complete order. Great dismissive attitude, Dude, like I'm supposed to know that automatically. (scratches head) It made no sense that everything didn't appear on the same ticket so counter folks could pull everything together and/or check things off. Someone at corporate needs to get this act together and fix this obvious inefficient glitch in the service flow.
By the way, the pizza was tasteless and sloppily made. For starters, there were pieces of toppings I didn't order, so don't go here if you're a vegetarian. My teen said the stray sausage looked like "mini turds with red specks." (T.M.I. T.M.I.) The pizza had major dry spots (sauce not spread well) with burnt edges on its cardboard-like crust. PPP either needs a new recipe and/or PPP employees at this location need major one-on-one retraining in assembling a pizza.
What about the facilities, like the filthy women's bathroom? Yum! Nothing like being ankle-deep in discarded toilet paper. What an E. coli dream that was. As if we all don't have enough complaints about the maintenance of public lavatories.
I think I'll stick to the independent pizza restaurant in my neighborhood. My teen won't miss PPP's crazed atmosphere and cheap game prizes anyway.