Papa John’s Pizza

Never understood how Papa john’s (or any chain pizza for that matter) can stay in business within the «pizza belt» with so many good pizzarias in the area, some literally within walking distance of this place. The answer is simple. As PT Barnum said, «there’s a sucker born every minute». Or as cartoonist Scott Adams once said, «You can never underestimate the stupidity of the of the general public.». No one is more aware of this than Papa John’s founder and CEO John Schnatter, who’s made a fortune spreading his crappy Louisville, KY pizza around the world. Smart guy. He’s lives in a castle counting his millions thanks to the poor taste of the American consumer. If I’m in Louisville, I’ll go to the racetrack or checkout the Louisville Slugger factory. The last thing I’d do is consume local pizza so why would I eat it in NJ. My then naïve teenage son brought one of these «pies» home a few months back. Let’s just say it was a good learning experience for him. If I were stranded and starving on a deserted island, I might find a papa john’s «pie» with its «better ingredients» (LOL!!!) appetizing. Papa John’s proves that in America, you can sell ice to an Eskimo with the right marketing strategy targeting gullible consumers. Great country, eh?

Can’t say I like Papa John’s pizza much but this review is not about the food there. It’s about the management team. Several times I’ve went past and seen the owner /​manager (?) Standing outside in uniform smoking and talking on his phone. Just what I want someone making my pizza who just finished their cigarette. Smoke in the rear of the store where the customers can’t see!!!

You got me, Papa John’s. You lured me in w/​a buy 1 get 1 coupon.
Off the bat, it smelled like hot, wet fart in there when I picked up my food. So appetizing. 2^nd thing I noticed was the size of the box. THAT is a large? It’s the size of a normal pizzeria’s medium. That ended up not making a difference because this was an abomination of a pizza. Frozen pizza is better than this. Ellio’s, DiGiorno, Tombstone, whatever.
Last time I remembered liking PJ’s was in college. I was probably SUPER high. Well, at least my dog ate it. Then again, she also eats her own shit.

This is a small shop located in a strip mall with ample of parking. Not visible from the road so i ended up driving past it and had to take a u-​turn which is a pain in NJ.
When i reached there the only person on the counter was taking an order on the phone so i just hung around for him to finish. In the meantime there was this female who was sitting on the bench outside chatting on her phone who got up and walked to an open counter and called me over, so that was nice.
My carryout order was ready on time, was piping hot and was standard Papa John’s stuff if you know what i mean.
I left satisfied and would use them again!!!