Giuseppe's Pizza & Family — Restaurant in Hatfield Township

While visiting my Mom a few weeks ago, I made the huge mistake of stopping in here to grab a six pack of Angry Orchard. The young man checking me out had trouble locating my birthdate on my passport (I'm 32 but admittedly look young), and turned to a heavy older man with grey hair for help. The older man shot me a dirty look (!) and told the young man to refuse my passport as ID (!!!), insisting I show a driver's license. Mouth agape, I told him that I don't have one, since I don't drive. He scoffed and asked "Why?". Rather than offer up the full list of personal reasons that I don't drive (because I live and work in one of the largest US cities with a robust public transit system, because my bicycle is excellent daily exercise, because I don't want to contribute any further to congestion, pollution, and global warming), I told the grumpy pizza proprietor that because I have a US Passport as ID, I don't need a license, and have used this to purchase alcohol many times inside and outside the US. I was then told that a passport "isn't valid ID and I need a drivers license to buy alcohol in PA". Stunned at his ignorance and lack of basic reasoning skills, I insisted this was incorrect. I explained that a passport supersedes a drivers license in the hierarchy of legal identification at a state and federal level. After arguing about how absolutely wrong this was, and being forced to pull up documentation on my phone, he then proceeds to say "that doesn't matter, in Giuseppe's, I'm God". Yes, that's actually what he said. I never thought I'd be meeting God in a pizza shop in Lansdale, but I guess Joan Osborne wrote a song about that. Had I known I'd been meeting Him that day, I would have at least blow out my hair and put on some slacks!

By this point I was enraged by this man's attitude, treatment of a customer, and desire to disregard the law and manufacture his own, so I offered to call someone who was a higher legal authority than even His Holiness himself to mediate the situation.

He sold me the cider with extreme displeasure. I debated leaving without a purchase, but I refused to back down from the Minister of Marinara, his earthly embodiment of our Oven-Baked Lord and Grease-Fried Savior.

As a restaurant and business, this place receives zero stars. But as a house of worship, this is a solid single star! Their hours are more expansive than your local church, and their offers expand beyond wine and communion. The God leaves much to be desired, but no one is perfect,...

Don't bring the kids! Wow talk about sticker shock! Went in tonight to watch the second half of the eagles opener with my wife and kids. The place was empty and i thought that was strange but it made sense why after my meal. I asked about a kids menu and was told they did NOT have one but had kids sized portions and kid options. I said ok and ordered what we usually get the kids (2) at a restaurant... butter noodles. So a handful of noodles comes out in a bowl to the tune of 8.99 each! That DOSEN'T include a kids drink (small chocolate milk and 1 small lemonade) 2.99 each. Also got my 1 kid a meat ball on the side for 3.99. You would think a half pound meatball but it was slightly bigger than a golf ball. Grand total for my 2 kids lunch of.... drumroll please..... 27.95 plus tax!! Almost 30 bucks!?! I was floored. About 20 ziti noodles and 2 table spoons of butter... seriously? I paid and will never return. Waiter was nice so I couldn't take it out on him and doubtful he makes the prices. I just wish they would give a heads up that they charge an arm and a leg for kids. I can make butter noodles for an entire kids soccer team for that and have some cash left over. The rest of the meal my wife and I had was mediocre at best. Definitely not worth $83.00 for a lunch meal. I could understand this price at bacco bistro but not a pizza place in lansdale. Come on...

I will never go back to any location. I believe I have been to every location of Giuseppe’s Pizza. It has always been a good experience, until tonight. It’s dark and raining. It’s cold. My daughter is tired and hungry. We walk in, it’s about 815. They close at 9. I parked in the take out section because it’s near the door and I don’t want my wife and daughter walking in the cold, dark rain. We walk in, the gentleman at the counter asks if we are eating in, to which I say yes. He doesn’t look up, but says did you park out front? Yes. Still doesn’t look Up, you need to go move your car. I say, it’s not you, I’ve had a bad day, I turn to my wife and daughter and say, we’re leaving. I turn and walk outside to open the doors so they don’t have to be in the rain. This person, I can’t call him a “man” says, in full earshot of my wife and daughter “Asshole.” My wife and daughter heard him clearly. She tells me. I walk back in and ask what he said, what he called me. He lied. To my face. He called my wife a liar. The food at Giuseppe’s has always been decent, like not great, but alright. But I’ll never have it again. You shouldn’t either. I wasn’t rude. I didn’t cause a scene. I didn’t deserve to be called names. Least of all in front of...