Venice Pizza and Pasta — Restaurant in East Hempfield Township

I spent a weekend in Lancaster. Saturday night was a nightmare trying to get in to eat somewhere or just to have someone pick up the phone and take your order. One last Google search and I saw this place. While some places had their phones disconnected until the morning, Venice picked right up. 25 minutes to wait until my pure Italian perfection was ready. I don’t use the word “perfect” loosely. The portions were enough for two dinners, salads were delicious with toppings and more than enough dressing provided, and delicious garlic rolls were a dreamy accompaniment. The worst part of ordering Italian food from here is that I’m now obsessed, wanting to order it every night and weekend, and can’t because I live 2 hours out. Do your taste buds a favor and give this place a shot while you’re in Lancaster. I’m already trying to figure out how I can get back to try...

Ordered a cheesesteak and while eating, I take a bite and discover something chewy and not cheesesteak texture, I’m about to swallow the bite and I’m thinking “nah this isn’t normal” and I spit the food out only to find a full sized rubber band in my mouth…..since I ordered the sub through DoorDash, I had to contact them first… my fiance (who ordered the food) called the restaurant to let them know what happened and a woman said “the owner will call you at 4pm”. We then wait and heard nothing….. this was on the weekend and it is now Wednesday and still nothing. That is sad and pathetic I could have choked and needed medical attention because of it. Idk what I’m more pissed about the failure to comply with health and safety standards or the fact when notified couldn’t care less to reach out and at least say “hey sorry about that” apparently that’s...

I walked in for a slice and nobody said anything. I was fine although weird about it. Then they didn't have what I wanted. I asked if those slices in the glass were fresh. At the front, the older man with glasses got upset. He asked if I worked there to know the freshness. I kept quiet and tried to change the topic. He wouldn't let it go with a bunch of borderline sarcastic and disrespectful remarks. .Then he showed me where the napkins were with a bit of attitude when I asked. I was paying attention to my preschooler on my way out. He kept mocking me by shouting thank you. thank you. thank you till I left the shop. I answered afterwards because of distraction.

I should've left their pizza there on the counter. I was upset that I didn't even like the pizza. It wasn't anything great either. That's very poor...