Domino's Pizza — Restaurant in City of Oswego

Don't eat here. I honestly ordered pizza, wings, and soda for me and my family. Didn't even bite the wing. Just took off the skin and started chewing. Why I felt this metal circular object in my mouth rolling around thinking to believe it was a joint. Nope, it was pure metal and cracked my back tooth. I screamed in pain and contacted Domino's immediately. You wouldn't believe what I was told. I was told that they could give me my money back and show proof that I had already swallowed the circular object. This lead to two years of pain as I wanted them to pay my dental fees over $8k with continuing damages. Now, I have bone loss from this circular metal object that cracked my tooth and caused more damages in my right side of my jaw. The horrible customer service and handling of the whole situation was disgusting. I did go to my local dentist where they too gave me the run around saying that I cracked a nerve. That response was totally untrue. While making jokes to take out all of my teeth. Keep in mind - I see the dentist every six months where they stated my teeth were healthy months prior to the damages. They are no longer me and my children's family dentists. We now have a phenomenal one that will be costly to bring my mouth back from all the pain and damages caused. Just insane how this blatantly avoided action to take care of the situation and how they just are careless with the products. Oh and I am blocked from having food delivered with my name or to my home. Hilarious. They know what they did. Utterly disgusting. Void from eating from any Domino's because they will blame you for...

I've had Domino's pizza in a few states and even other countries, and honestly, the one in Oswego NY is totally amazing for what is really, fast food pizza. It won't have the taste and snobbery that comes with your local pizza places found in no other towns, but it isn't meant to.

What the Oswego NY Dominos does deliver is hot, freshly made pizza, that tastes totally fantastic. Made, baked, and delivered by a local crew that really has their act together on how to be a team that works for the customer.

Breads are always fresh and tasty, pizza tastes amazing for retail chain pizza (and for Dominos in general) and you can tell, they have a high quality control going on in the store. I've yet to see a burned or even dark brown pizza or bread, soda is always incredibly cold (and the couple times it wasn't, they actually gave me a free small soda so I could chill the 2 liter) the pizza and other foods incredibly hot, and some of the tastiest wings, outside my own wing recipe, or other local places who do wings.

All of this for a pretty good price, always coupons available, and always, the two for Tuesday special is a hot seller, at least for this house.

Only rarely have I ever had a problem, and then, with a basic complaint, it is solved, within 72 hours.

The drivers are fantastic, and incredibly friendly, always smiling and cheerful, and even on their bad days, willing to stop a minute and talk to a regular customer.

My only regret, and I blame Dominos corporate for it, is the sad lack...

“Welcome to Domino’s on a Friday night!” His eyes were wild, but focused — the look of a man pouring every ounce of his will into riding the line between chaos and control in the desperate scramble to keep pace with the demands heaped upon him. Those demands were simple, get the pizzas in the hands of the delivery drivers or, as in my case, the foolish folk who thought a pickup at their local dominos would be a simple, orderly affair. Men and women with sweat streaks and furrowed brows zipped around the exposed kitchen. Monitors blinked an incessant string of orders from overhead, and not an inch of space on the stainless steel work surfaces was absent the hurried, but sure hands of the pizza mongers.

The exasperation in the man’s voice was clear, it was a tough job, but beneath the surface was an open-hearted pride. This man, the entire crew, was pushing their dough-slinging to the limit, and they were doing it for me and everyone like me — hungry on a Friday night. This wasn’t a set of food service workers, but a junk food pit crew with the spirit of Mission Control trying to bring that one last lost and lonely astronaut back to earth and feed him a half pepperoni half mushroom. Welcome to...