The Vent and Rant Thread

[pdurrant]

Originally Posted by Rumpelteazer

it switches itself off (not to pilot light, but totally off) when it's been heating for a while.
[...]
previous one did exactly the same thing, so it isn't a defect.

Then it sounds like a design flaw. There's no way a gas heater should turn itself off completely instead of going to pilot light.

[poohbear_nc]

Originally Posted by pdurrant

Then it sounds like a design flaw. There's no way a gas heater should turn itself off completely instead of going to pilot light.

Is it a sensor over-responding to the heating? Shutting the unit off to prevent conflagration?

[Rumpelteazer]

Originally Posted by poohbear_nc

Is it a sensor over-responding to the heating? Shutting the unit off to prevent conflagration?

I think it must be, though why it does so when it's a bit warmer and not when it's cold is a mystery to me.

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[Blossom]

So I found this in my Papa John's pizza.
It gets even crazier. I call sis to tell her and she tells me that the cook and prep girl were screaming at each other and got into an altercation right in front of her while waiting at the counter. One lady walked out instead of ordering. The other guy behind the counter try to tell them cool it and they ignored him.

So there was no way I was going to call the store. I got on Facebook and talked to Papa John's customer service. They are forwarding it to the leadership team there and will call me in 48 hours.

The pizza itself was so badly made. Toppings were all in the middle falling off.

[Rumpelteazer]

[sarcastic] I just love Mondays [/sarcastic]

Seven minutes ago some one rang the doorbell in a rather aggressive way. I knew I was the only one dressed, so I went down two stairs to find nobody there. I suspect it was a customer who got impatient and rang the doorbell to let us know that it's past 10am (opening time for the store). Between the time he/she rang the doorbell and I came downstairs he/she read the opening times which are posted on the window, next to the door, which clearly states that on Monday the store is closed. Below the doorbell he/she rang is a tag with our family name on it, not the store's name (in fact we can't hear the doorbell in the store).

Normally I wouldn't have bothered to go downstairs. However, we expect a shipment from a supplier, they were told we were closed on Monday, so it should be delivered on Tuesday, but we know from experience that in such a situation the shipment will often be delivered on Monday.

Hopefully it doesn't turn out to be one of those days today.

[Bilbo1967]

Originally Posted by Blossom

So I found this in my Papa John's pizza.
It gets even crazier. I call sis to tell her and she tells me that the cook and prep girl were screaming at each other and got into an altercation right in front of her while waiting at the counter. One lady walked out instead of ordering. The other guy behind the counter try to tell them cool it and they ignored him.

So there was no way I was going to call the store. I got on Facebook and talked to Papa John's customer service. They are forwarding it to the leadership team there and will call me in 48 hours.

The pizza itself was so badly made. Toppings were all in the middle falling off.

Is that a piece of glass?!?

[Blossom]

Originally Posted by Bilbo1967

Is that a piece of glass?!?

The corner of hard plastic from a pull apart container that one of the toppings come in is my guess. It could do some damage if swallowed. It's sharp, pointy and jagged. Luckily large enough to be seen before I bit into it.

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[Bilbo1967]

Originally Posted by Blossom

The corner of hard plastic from a pull apart container that one of the toppings come in is my guess. It could do some damage if swallowed. It's sharp, pointy and jagged. Luckily large enough to be seen before I bit into it.

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Still very dangerous to let that get into the pizza. I would hope that they'll come back with an appropriate response.

[Hitch]

Originally Posted by Blossom

So I found this in my Papa John's pizza.
It gets even crazier. I call sis to tell her and she tells me that the cook and prep girl were screaming at each other and got into an altercation right in front of her while waiting at the counter. One lady walked out instead of ordering. The other guy behind the counter try to tell them cool it and they ignored him.

So there was no way I was going to call the store. I got on Facebook and talked to Papa John's customer service. They are forwarding it to the leadership team there and will call me in 48 hours.

The pizza itself was so badly made. Toppings were all in the middle falling off.

FWIW, and unrelated, mostly, to the actual rant/vent, I do NOT like PJ's pizza. Man, it's worse than Pizza Hut, and that's saying something. OTOH, I was raised, in my youth, in NYC and the boroughs, so...I have a very specific barometer for "good" pizza versus bad.

On this topic, though, you damn sure out to get something more than a free pizza. That's scary. If it's glass, or very hard plastic...jeeeze. I'm not one who says "oh, go demand this..." for small mistakes by a business, but that? That ain't good, at all, at all.

Hitch

[DMcCunney]

Originally Posted by Hitch

FWIW, and unrelated, mostly, to the actual rant/vent, I do NOT like PJ's pizza. Man, it's worse than Pizza Hut, and that's saying something. OTOH, I was raised, in my youth, in NYC and the boroughs, so...I have a very specific barometer for "good" pizza versus bad.

I live in NYC, and concur. I'm bemused by a Dominos around the corner from me, as there are plenty of "real" pizza places in walking distance. But they're still there, are entirely take out and delivery, and meet the minimum standards for decent pizza, so...

Down the street from me, there's a place that makes thin crust pizza, and has outdoor seating in decent weather. They do land office business. Service is slow, but you don't eat there if in a hurry. The pizza is good, they serve other things as well, and you sit outside with your friends on a nice day, hang out, and have a meal.

There was another pizza place around the corner from me, and they went through a period where the staff were all Asian (Vietnamese, I believe), save for a token guy I'd seen in other places whose function appeared to be teaching the Asian staffers to make pizza and hoagies. They went belly up more recently when they failed an NYC health inspection. Given how long they'd been in business, I'm not sure how they failed, but a fair guess was vermin. Most places that sell food have a cat in the basement to keep the rodents under control, and there's a secondary market in the food trade for the offspring of known good mousers. I believe having the cat in the basement is a technical no-no, but it's not one an inspector will gig you for.

A friend of a friend was an NYC food inspector, and a member of the Society for Creative Anachronisms. The latter served him in good stead. He inspected a Chinese restaurant and gave them a failing grade, and an employee attacked him with a cleaver. Fortunately, he had just acquired a set of ring mail from a vendor who made period gear, and was wearing it under his suit. He got a bruise but no other damage. The restaurant no longer exists, and the last I knew, the chap with the cleaver was still a guest of the NYC penal system.
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Dennis

[CRussel]

Finding decent pizza in Canada is a challenge. The Canadian definition seems to be neither thin nor thick crust but some unhappy medium. Sigh. (OTOH, I did find a decent place near UBC Robson where I was teaching this winter, AND they had Alexander Keith's IPA on tap. And the crust was almost thin and crisp enough.)

[Hitch]

Originally Posted by DMcCunney

I live in NYC, and concur.

Of course. Despite the Chicago-NY rivalry, about Pizza, I've been in both, often, back in my travelling days, and I am still firmly in NY's corner. Once you live some time under the spell of NY pizza ("hey, whaddaboud gettin' a slice..."), you'll never be happy anyplace else.

There's a Grimaldi here, that makes brick oven pizza, and those are AMAZING, but I don't really categorize those as pizza, y'know?

Spoiler:

I'm still trying to figure out how to emulate a real Texas Weiner Chili Cheesedog, from Jersey. There was one on route 31 that was AWESOME. NONE of the clone recipes, around the Net, have come even close. Texas Weiner chili dogs (usually places owned by the same folks that owned Greek Diners--not a single "Texas" thing about them) weren't like we see thm out here, with Tex-Mex chili atop; the sauce was more like a thin brown gravy with god only knows what in it, but OMG, I used to eat those every Thursday night, when we were putting our school Newspaper to bed, and to this DAY, more decades later than I wish to admit, I occasionally get mad cravings for them. (Usually when the DH is off someplace, and I don't have to think about breathing on someone...)

There was another pizza place around the corner from me, and they went through a period where the staff were all Asian (Vietnamese, I believe), save for a token guy I'd seen in other places whose function appeared to be teaching the Asian staffers to make pizza and hoagies. They went belly up more recently when they failed an NYC health inspection. Given how long they'd been in business, I'm not sure how they failed, but a fair guess was vermin. Most places that sell food have a cat in the basement to keep the rodents under control, and there's a secondary market in the food trade for the offspring of known good mousers. I believe having the cat in the basement is a technical no-no, but it's not one an inspector will gig you for.

Those who home rescue kitties should hookup with the Secondary Mouser Market. :-)

A friend of a friend was an NYC food inspector, and a member of the Society for Creative Anachronisms. The latter served him in good stead. He inspected a Chinese restaurant and gave them a failing grade, and an employee attacked him with a cleaver. Fortunately, he had just acquired a set of ring mail from a vendor who made period gear, and was wearing it under his suit. He got a bruise but no other damage. The restaurant no longer exists, and the last I knew, the chap with the cleaver was still a guest of the NYC penal system.
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Dennis

You win the Internet, today. The mere thought of an NYC H&S inspector, wearing chain mail, under his suit, in the middle of the City, is enough to send me off in a paroxysm of giggles in the first place, but the attack with the cleaver? That's sent me right off the far edge. HILARIOUS. Totally.


Hitch (who's still laughing at the thought...)

[BetterRed]

I have the good fortune to have three nearby owner operated pizza cafes, their pizza's are not the best I've ever had, but all three are better than the PH, Domino's etc. Domino's opened a franchise in our local shopping strip, it closed after a few months, same with Starbucks they came and went in the blink of an eye.

But what I came here to say is that I am fed up with Fake News, not the content, the label. We already had Trumped Up Stories so why don't we use that.

BBC - Befuddled Bug*ered and Conned.
ABC - Another Bullsh*t Commissariat (the Aussie one)

BR

[DMcCunney]

Originally Posted by Hitch

I'm still trying to figure out how to emulate a real Texas Weiner Chili Cheesedog, from Jersey. There was one on route 31 that was AWESOME. NONE of the clone recipes, around the Net, have come even close. Texas Weiner chili dogs (usually places owned by the same folks that owned Greek Diners--not a single "Texas" thing about them) weren't like we see thm out here, with Tex-Mex chili atop; the sauce was more like a thin brown gravy with god only knows what in it, but OMG, I used to eat those every Thursday night, when we were putting our school Newspaper to bed, and to this DAY, more decades later than I wish to admit, I occasionally get mad cravings for them. (Usually when the DH is off someplace, and I don't have to think about breathing on someone...)

An old friend who's in San Diego these days moved to NYC from Red Bank, NJ, to pursue dreams of being a rock star. He took me along for a vist to the family home, and introduced me to his favorite "dirty water" stand.

A Puerto Rican chap owned a food truck selling hot dogs, and was smart. He bought a triangle of land by the railroad tracks, diagonally across from the Red Bank train station. He didn't build on it, so his taxes stayed low. He had the area graveled, and water and power lines pulled in. First thing in the morning, he'd drive up in his truck, connect to water and power, and open for business. All day, every day, people would drive up, park on the gravel, and grab a couple of dogs an a soda. He'd get a spurt of business every time a train stopped in either direction. His wife made the chili and onion sauces he offered with the docs. He worked during the spring, summer and fall months, and in the dead of winter, took the family back to Puerto Rico for the duration.

(The old friend pounded his head against the wall for a while pursing dreams of rock stardom. He wrote, sang, played guitar and rums, and saw himself as the next Bruce Springsteen. He was good, but not lucky. There were a thousand other guys trying to do the same thing, and he got lost in the crowd. He finally gave up, went with Plan B, and followed his dad, a union electrician for 40 years, into the electrical trade with a sponsorship from his dad for the IBEW.)

You win the Internet, today. The mere thought of an NYC H&S inspector, wearing chain mail, under his suit, in the middle of the City, is enough to send me off in a paroxysm of giggles in the first place, but the attack with the cleaver? That's sent me right off the far edge. HILARIOUS. Totally.

It's like a pratfall - hilarious if it doesn't happen to you. But I think the inspector got a story he could dine out on for quite some time, and a Real World example of why being in the SCA was useful.
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Dennis

[BetterRed]

Originally Posted by CRussel

Finding decent pizza in Canada is a challenge.

I recall being taken out by some Canadian Cousins to an 'up-market' pizza restaurant in Hamilton Ontario in the late '70s, as I recall the pizza's were very average, but what most remember is the obsequious staff, I'd just been in NYC and Boston.

I think my cousins imagined pizza wouldn't have been known in the UK or Australia. That was probably true of the UK back then, but not Australia. Italian villages migrated here en-masse before and especially after WW2.

I am convinced to this day that 'Have a nice day' started in Canada. Of course, we now have it here too, but not as bad as the UK where it can be worse than LA or Vancouver, ab-reaction to Basil Fawlty?

Had to call the bank the other day, the phone operator was pleasant and very helpful. But every time I answered a question she'd say, "Thank you for that." I asked to stop saying it, she didn't though, excessive brainwashing training I guess.

BR