Little Caesars Pizza — Restaurant in Wausau

The italian cheese bread cured my mortality. I was once a mere worm who, upon feeling the fresh summer rain, rose to the surface of the earth. A child and his mother were nearby on a Saturday morning at 9:56AM. A silent tear slowly slid down the child's cheek as he stood outside the establishment waiting. Praying for God to work a miracle in the hearts of the employees and flip the sign to "open" just a few minutes early, he whispered, "But Mama, I'm so hungry." The mother embraced the child as they wept together. Finally, Little Caesar's opened the door and the mother and son leapt with joy. Not long after, the mother tripped over an anvil someone left on the sidewalk and launched an entire italian cheese bread into the puddle I laid in. I felt my body start to shake. The zesty water infused cheese bread altered my circulatory system and without thinking I made a beeline toward that fresh hunk of buttery goodness. But when I touched it-- the agony. My muscles contracted, bones grew where there were none, my skin stretched in ways I never thought it could, and the ground went further and further away. I glanced down at the italian cheese bread and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the puddle, gasping at my human body with fangs. C h e e s e b r e a d ...

Update: I had spoken with the manager and action had been taken with said associate. Again, we frequent this store because you can't beat the pizza for the price and the staff are generally more welcoming. If it weren't for this unfortunate situation, there wouldn't be such an upsetting review.

I'm usually pretty patient with their service because I know how stressful it is to be understaffed and overworked but I just about flipped my top when I had called in an order, so they'd had plenty of time to make it. She put me on hold, which was perfectly fine, ordered a "custom" half/half when she came back. She then proceeded to angrily repeat "this is a custom order". "What? Yeah I know it's a custom order." "Whatever. Nvm, nvm." (Note: Plenty of attitude and anger towards me for ordering a.. custom?) At this point, I'm fuming. She then hangs up the phone, before giving me an ok for my order or the total. I call her back, again fuming, only for "sorry, I lost connection". She was slightly calmer after this, not sure if someone had confronted her in the short period...

I know there’s a lot of negative reviews, but let me say, these people work their tails off, doing a job many of us couldn’t hack. I’ve never seen this place not filled wall to wall with ansy children and miserable Karens. Are the orders always right? No. Is the food noteworthy? Of course not. But they’re there for you after a long, hard day of moving your buddy, or when your kid’s appointment runs late and they have a mountain of homework they need help with. All I’m saying is, respect the people who are doing their damndest to keep up. And for crying out loud, put your order in on the app and save yourself from being disappointed by expectations that are unreasonable at this point. This place is far too busy to be keeping up with all the online orders and make hot-n-readys, take your phone orders, and handle walk-ins. It just takes a smidge of planning and you’ll be happier not staring down the people getting orders...