Restaurant Review,
Old Towne Pizza in Tehachapi, CA
A pizza restaurant such as this can’t decide on its strike
zone. I’ve gotten a lot of cold food and
uncooked portions because of this place since workers around here obviously
fail to take an honest stand on quality and performance. To be sure visits have been taken at a pizza
establishment where cheese pies either have too few of toppings or excessive
amounts is what’s been considered in my seething mind after being given service
that’s very much like a rude point of confrontation, on the part of employees
who’d rather build a sandwich out of the wrong bread or dispute on my pleasure
with their incorrigible senses. Before
leaving the restaurant on each visit, reminders of nasty blue whales and
cigarette fires are indicated by signs around that lobby with the utmost hate
of another creature’s pleasure in spite of a considerable fact over their
treated meats: they’re often riddled with untoasted vegetables, cheese that’s
too mellow for a quality frozen dinner, not for me to show off too much when I’m
remarking on busted arcade machines which reveal more than plenty of
grime. Everything just seems to be
shaken up for the worst and any mystery about beauty is tarnished with gross
examples of illiteracy as indicated from signs that really can’t form the
context of meaning to help on dirty values, although such values would be
useful to paint out an image for a horror movie instead of turning into the
remarkable hints for a dignified restaurant.
Understanding, or attempting to learn from failures a lot less until my
appetite returns for paying good attention, may not necessarily be lacking for
customers who have entered the hot spot for family gatherings and get-togethers
with friends because (let’s face it) we’ve been encountered for our survival
and so many problems in the restaurant accumulate into its messed-up haven
since humanity is burdened with negative problems and interesting situations
all on the same history. With love in my
heart and a spirited vibe for uncomfortable food, at least those symptoms I’ve
gotten from restaurant visits to this local hot spot put in a desired mood for
other food; eating from so many dishes over the years has made me more
appreciative of corporations for their contributions to the food industry and I’m
satisfied or displeased for taste which continues to be determined with unusual
experiments, awkward moments, trying out samples, debating on pleasure, and
food for thought. Please me if you must;
however, dignity for yourself must be achieved.
Don’t insult yourself for knowing beauty like a manager here does when
we’re supposed to examine its contents and verify the quality being used to
portray kinds of gifts or disasters on a biased presentation of menus, showy
messages, mild sauces, worker etiquette, and effective or bad means. This restaurant stinks and should be
avoided.
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