Pizza Time Pizza And Donair — Restaurant in Saskatoon

I wake up this morning, dazed, tired and hungry. “Uhhh, another morning I wish this cycle would end” I thought to myself. I walked down to my washroom, picked up my toothbrush, looked at myself — wished I was dead. I could barely move my legs yet I found the energy to walk across the kitchen to the sink, barely alive, hunched over. I open the fridge for anything find anything to eat anything at all. Nothing. Only a bottle of ketchup. “Well time to go get some breakfast” I ponder. As I take a step out the kitchen… suddenly… “whats this?” I see a promotion for a restaurant. “Hmmm, sure why not, it’s not like I have anything to do anyway” I say to myself. Lazily I put on my socks— mismatched, followed by my old shirt, “sniff not that bad”. I wear it. “My shades Dior, my pants below” is what I wish I could’ve said, all that came out was “my back sore and my teeth yellow”. heh. I walked out the house get in my old broken Suzuki. 12 minutes go by, I count every—single—second. I arrive at pizza time, 12 minutes and 15 seconds, I take a step into pizza time. INSTANTLY— I feel something hit me. “W-What the hell” I stutter. I look down whats this? “My pants.. they are below!”, I catch a glimpse of myself in the window. “What is that on my face? Are those.. my… S-Shades?”. Absolutely flabbergasted I go up and put in the order. The voice of the cashier, calming, sweet, and welcoming. It was like I was being held by my mother. He asks for my order, disoriented by his voice, I shed a tear while ordering “A medium cheese pizza, and uhh.. some veggies please”. Plain like always. I continue to look at myself, “this ordeal is ludicrous” I think. ding I turn my head around so fast my bones couldn’t keep up, crack, I didn’t even realize. I look into the eyes of the man presenting this heaven in a box to me, the aroma— “hmmm” I started singing. I grab the box, $12 dollars please, another… tear…. “These prices, how are they so impeccable”. As I finish paying my last $30, I hear the cashier behind me, “hey, take care”. His voice hits me hard “you too” I respond. As I get to my car I find that my old suzuki has now become a brand new, BMW M3 Competition. “What did they put in here?”. I sit on my car hood, impatiently take a bite. Oh My Goodness. I’m hit with everything, I sit straight and can’t get enough, the flavour, the dough, the sauce, the cheese. Everything. Was. Perfect. I look into the sky. Unable to stop the tears, but I never tried, for this time I truly… felt…. I write this as I sit at home in my new 1.2 million dollar mansion. Pizza time, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for immaculate services, and cuisine, you truly have changed my...

Worst customer service ever. I ordered a pizza with ham, cannot stomach pepperoni, the second time I ordered from this place I got pepperoni instead of ham, I didn't bother calling because hey sometimes mistakes are made.

I ordered the same thing tonight pizza with ham instead of pepperoni and got pepperoni again so I called. I was spoken to in the most condescending way and was told there was no mistake that their tablet said pepperoni. When I gave them my order number and read the order back to them, he said he would be back, then he says that I am wrong and that they made no mistake because he went back and watched footage. I could hear them in the background yelling about the order.

All I can say is don't order from them if you want a correct order and if you ask for a correction be prepared to be talked down to. I respondended to their condescension with attitude, not the best idea but I hate being talked to like I don't know what I've got in front of me.

They were absolutely certain what I had on my pizza was ham, if that's true it's the worst bloody ham I've ever seen.

P.S. I'd love to see the video recording of my pizza being made. Or have a side by comparison picture of what their ham and...

Tonight, I purchased a large pizza from that store. Upon opening the box in my car, I had only taken a single bite of a slice, and my husband had half of one slice. To our shock, we discovered two insects crawling out from the seams! Although I must admit that the initial taste of the pizza was great, we promptly returned it to the store. Despite one of the insects still being in the box, they adamantly refused to refund my money. This was undoubtedly one of the worst experiences I've ever had. While they offered to provide a new pizza, I declined, fearing there might be more insects in their boxes. Instead, I asked them to thoroughly check their boxes for their next customers. Finally, I left the pizza in the store...