Little Caesars Pizza — Restaurant in South Carolina

So here’s the scene: I’m deep undercover at Bob Jones University—green robe, Irish accent, laser focus. I’m an atheist posing as a theology student for reasons even I don’t fully understand anymore. It’s hot. I’m hungry. I’ve been pretending to believe things I don’t for days. My stomach’s making noises like an old modem trying to connect to AOL. So naturally, I wander into the glowing orange portal of Little Caesars on Pleasantburg Dr.

The guy behind the counter doesn’t even blink at my green Santa cloak or the fact that I introduce myself as “Father O’Laserbeard.” He just hands me a Hot-N-Ready like it's any other Tuesday, and honestly? Respect.

The pizza was... okay. Lukewarm. Kind of tasted like existential dread. You know when something’s technically edible but your soul remains hungry? Yeah, that. Still, it was food. It was fast. It was cheap. In that moment, that made it borderline holy.

But here’s the thing: it didn’t transport me. It didn’t carry me off to a realm of cheesy bliss. It just reminded me that I was a man in a costume, eating pizza under fluorescent lights, pretending to believe in something for the sake of an unhinged cosmic side quest.

Final thoughts: the staff were kind, the service was solid, and the vibes were inexplicably neutral. It didn’t cure my hunger for meaning, but it did temporarily shut my stomach up while I whispered heresies into a pepperoni slice.

I’ll be back if I need fuel for more blasphemous infiltration. Until then, 3 stars for doing exactly what it promised—and absolutely...

This whole experience was weird and bad. So when I pull up, there’s immediately homeless people (passed out, dancing and staring into the distance on the side walk close to the building on the left side). Then, to access the drive through I had to do a 3 point road turn by the homeless people (if you have something as large as a mid sized truck, you won’t fit through the alley on the right side). As I approach the window the young girl immediately gives me this fake customer service impression and passive aggressively hands me my buzzer (because I had to wait). I was okay with waiting 10 minutes, but then 10 minutes became 20, and eventually 30. They apparently had mixed up my order and buzzed the wrong one. although i’ve been there 3x longer than they said the wait would be. As I pull up to the window to check my order, the young girl and the young man are laughing it up while me and another customer had been waiting for our orders. The lady passive aggressively hands me my meal and then looks at me funny when I asked for the drink I had ordered with my deep dish lunch meal. This place is in a terrible location with workers who care more about themselves than their jobs. I’m giving this location higher than one star simply because my meal was actually decent when I finally received it. I would not recommend this...

Im a little up set with one of the stores in my city of Greenville SC. My family decided that we wanted to feed the homeless LC's pizza so we went to one of the stores and I asked how many $5 pizzas do you have available and the clerk said 16 and I replied great, I will take them all. She rolled her eyes and said she woukd have to ask her manager IF she could sell me all the pizzas which she did. He tells me I would have to wait 15 or 20 mins for my pizzas because they would need to make more!!! He would not sell me the pizzas! What sense does that make! Whether I bought all the pizzas or not, someone would have to wait. There was no one else in the store wanting a $5 pizza and it was one hour before closing. He would only let me buy 6!!!!! Here is a customer with $$ in hand ready to buy your product and you tell them no! Why do I have to wait when it should be first come first serve? So if 16 customers walk in at the same time each wanting a five dollar pizza numbers 7-16 have to wait? So we only got to hand out 6 pizzas...