forgive me for breaking normal bipolar form and using capital letters in this post…

So, against my better judgement, I decided to go to Fazoli's for lunch. I've been having a string of annoying incidents there and the food has been going steadily downhill, but I decided to chance it. I guess I just wanted somewhere warm to sit down and enjoy a meal.

That and what I order there (baked chicken parmesan and a coke) comes to a nice, (not so) round total of $6.66. It always makes me grin.

So I go and I order my food and I sit there and wait. I should point out that there was almost no one in the restaurant at the time I placed my order. There was certainly no one else ordering and there didn't appear to be anyone waiting for their food.

And I wait. And I wait. And I wait. And I wait some more.

Finally I see someone that I KNOW ordered AFTER me walk by with a huge tray of food and…a baked chicken parmesan. So I walk up to the counter to try to determine what the hell is taking so long. They inform me that they mistakenly gave my chicken parm to someone in the drive-thru. Yet…they gave the next one out to the people that ordered after me. So I was forced to wait for them to make another one.

So I wait. Not as long, this time.

After a bit, a cute girl walked out with a bag and said "here you go. We're really sorry about that." I just looked up at her, really confused. She handed me the bag and I said "tell me this isn't my order that someone brought BACK." She said "no, no…we made you a new one." I accept the reply and open up my meal.

Only to discover that they put meat sauce on it. FUCKDAMMIT!

So I take it back and (starting to lose my patience) inform them that "there's…uh…meat sauce on this."

So they all start yelling at the dude in the back who made it and tell him to make me ANOTHER one. Yep…My third.

So I wait. And I wait. And I wait. And I swear to fucking god it seemed like I waited for another million years (probably because I was hungry) and right when I was about to walk back up there and ask what the fuck was going on, I hear this:

Fazoli's Girl #1: SHIT!
Fazoli's Girl #2: What? Oh…no…you better make ANOTHER one.

At which point, not able to take it anymore, I throw up my hands and yell "you've got to be fucking kidding me!"

Yep. Fucked up again. This time they dropped it on the motherfucking floor.

After my outburst the manager came out and gave me my money back and offered me all kinds of desserts, salads, etc. I let her know I just wanted my food. She asked "are you sure you don'y want a dessert to take home?" I then told her "I won't be going home any time soon. I'm on my lunch break. 40 minutes of which has been spent waiting on one. Baked. Chicken. Parmesan."

She scurried off and my food eventually came out. It was lackluster, to say the least.

I think I may actually swear off Fazoli's after this one.