Toppers Pizza — Restaurant in Oshkosh

Employees never wash their hands. The manager has so much dirt under his nails and doesn't wash his hands after smoking or touching anything. While prepping dough, the assistant manager (not sure if he's still there now) lifted all of the dough out of the mixer (about 80ibs of dough) putting it against himself (he always wore the same disgusting hoodie to work in and doubt he washed it regularly if at all. He also wasn't wearing an apron). He had long hair that went down his back that he never kept up so his hair also went all into the dough and he placed it on the prep table. I was grossed out and wasn't sure what to do so me and a coworker just started slowly picking all these nasty long hairs out of the dough and all the gross lint from his hoodie out of the dough until I got the nerve to tell him that I wasn't going to use that contaminated dough. He got pissy and asked me if I would at least help him roll the dough to which I told him I don't want anything to do with that dough and that he needs to throw it away. He tried to make me do it and said he sees other managers picking the dough up like that all the time and that the lint will "come out while you roll it" (that's not how that works). I refused and told him he needed to throw it away to which he finally agreed. So he told me to make pizzas up front while he did that and that he will make new dough. After about 10 minutes my coworker comes back and whispers to me that the assistant manager was ROLLING OUT the FILTHY dough to use them the next day! I confronted him about it and he tried to argue with me about it to which I just walked out cause there was no way I was going to be a part of that and I called the manager. The manager told me he will take care of it and for me to just take the rest of the day off and everything was cool. THE NEXT DAY. I walked into work and the manager was there (I'm still in training by the way) and I asked how'd it go. He said he had a talk with the assistant and that they threw the dough away. That same coworker from the day before told me that both the assistant manager and manager had completed rolling out all of the dough and mixed the trays with the older ones so no one will notice. Now, I don't have PROOF of that part BUT, I wouldn't have put it past them. I called the General Manager to let him know about everything (who was great friends with the manager of the store) and he told me that they he looked at the dough and it all seemed fine to him. So again, not sure if they used it or actually threw it away. The attempt for the assistant manager trying to still use it makes it hard to believe that they did toss it, especially just knowing how gross the individuals were. I ended up quitting because I'm not about that life and I was a manager for a couple years prior to working at Toppers and am certified and I follow the guidelines because I will not serve people something that I would not eat myself. SO. take the risk if you'd like but I know what I saw and I haven't eaten from...

There is a reason the gods themselves are descending from the heavens, drawn by an irresistible calling—Toppers Pizza. This is not mere food; it is a divine experience, a celestial gift that elevates pizza to an art form. Each slice is a symphony, crafted with the precision of a master artisan and the reverence of a sacred rite.

The crust is ethereal, kissed by the flame, crisp yet yielding with the tenderness of a golden dawn. It rises like a perfect celestial sphere, offering the perfect balance of texture: firm yet soft, with a delicate, buttery finish that lingers like the faintest memory of an ancient, forgotten song.

The sauce? Rich and velvety, with a depth of flavor that could only be bestowed upon mortals by the gods themselves. Its complexity dances on the tongue—tangy and savory, yet mysterious, with notes so harmonious that even the most stoic deities pause in reverence.

And then, the toppings—oh, the toppings. Each one is a handpicked treasure from the gardens of Olympus: vibrant vegetables kissed by sunlight, meats of such tenderness that even the finest royal banquets pale in comparison, and cheeses that melt into a perfect union, silky and indulgent, like the very nectar of the gods. Every bite, every morsel is a reminder of a time when ambrosia was but a shadow of the glory that now graces Toppers.

The humble staff, though mortal, exude an air of devotion and grace, as though guided by divine hands. Their service is swift, yet it carries the warmth of an eternal embrace, ensuring that each visit feels not just like a meal, but a pilgrimage.

Toppers Pizza is more than a restaurant—it is a sanctuary where the divine meets the earthly, where even the gods pause to partake in its unmatched glory. When the heavens bow to this culinary masterpiece, we mere mortals can do nothing but surrender to the extraordinary, and bask in its magnificence. Five stars simply do not suffice. This is...

After the birth of my son, he was immediately put in the Intensive Care Unit. I ordered toppers late at night for my fiancee who just gave birth and was starving. I gave the address and where to please meet me. They proceeded to say they were here but couldn't come to that door, then finally said they WOULD come to my door. 10 minutes pass, he still did not shown up. I call him he doesn't answer, so I call the store. They say he's been trying to find me and that I must be mistaken about what door I am at. I proceed to tell them where I'm at and they call the driver to tell him to come to my door. 10 more minutes pass, he calls me upset saying he's been waiting at the door and I don't know what I am doing. I tell him what I see and what the doors' writing even says. He says he thinks he knows where that is and hangs up. 10 more minutes pass and he calls saying he's at the Oakwood entrance. I then realize, he's at the completely wrong hospital on a completely different street. He tells me "oh, these hospitals have the same address (no, they don't) that's why, you need to be more specific". He finally shows up 15 minutes later and doesn't say a word to me and throws the pizza at me. So I waited, walked around the hospital going door to door for about an hour all because they couldn't read an address and my fiancee goes starving whil my son is in the ICU. I felt like I was treated...