A diner from Burlington VT
Jul 15, 2008
I'm right now recovering from a Big Daddy's disaster compounded by a manager's blowoff that amounted to a few words not suitable for a site like this.
I ordered out. Big Daddy's delivers late, and I'm working late. First the driver couldn't find me (I'm in one of the very few skyscrapers in Burlington). Then, the driver forgot half the order. But the last straw was disastrous. I opened the soda I ordered. During the good while it was in my possession it sat, undisturbed and unshaken, on the bed, yet I was drenched with spray. Almost half of the bottle was gone before the seal on the cap was broken.
You can't get soda sit there that long and to do that without deliberately, intentionally, shaking the bottle up. I may be middle aged now, but I was once a teenager. I've created a few coke bombs in my life. I know how it's done. I'm no fool.
The driver may or may not have shaken it up. I'd guess it would have been more likely a backroom employee, or a bottle intended by an employee as a practical joke on someone else. Whatever it was, given that I had a mess and did not have a soda, I did not think it unreasonable that Big Daddy's at least send me another soda.
I called, spoke to the manager, and was blown off. He insisted that Big Daddy's was in no way responsible for the event, implying that I had in fact shaken it up. Yeah, right: 51 year old women working late into the night, and who are in no position to clean up the mess, ordinarily give their sodas a good shake before opening them.
The food, by the way, is unremarkable, in either direction. It's a run-of-the-mill pizza joint, neither good nor bad, interchangeable with many other such establishments around the country. Lets just say I intend to take advantage of Big Daddy's interchangeability in the future, and order elsewhere.
I ordered out. Big Daddy's delivers late, and I'm working late. First the driver couldn't find me (I'm in one of the very few skyscrapers in Burlington). Then, the driver forgot half the order. But the last straw was disastrous. I opened the soda I ordered. During the good while it was in my possession it sat, undisturbed and unshaken, on the bed, yet I was drenched with spray. Almost half of the bottle was gone before the seal on the cap was broken.
You can't get soda sit there that long and to do that without deliberately, intentionally, shaking the bottle up. I may be middle aged now, but I was once a teenager. I've created a few coke bombs in my life. I know how it's done. I'm no fool.
The driver may or may not have shaken it up. I'd guess it would have been more likely a backroom employee, or a bottle intended by an employee as a practical joke on someone else. Whatever it was, given that I had a mess and did not have a soda, I did not think it unreasonable that Big Daddy's at least send me another soda.
I called, spoke to the manager, and was blown off. He insisted that Big Daddy's was in no way responsible for the event, implying that I had in fact shaken it up. Yeah, right: 51 year old women working late into the night, and who are in no position to clean up the mess, ordinarily give their sodas a good shake before opening them.
The food, by the way, is unremarkable, in either direction. It's a run-of-the-mill pizza joint, neither good nor bad, interchangeable with many other such establishments around the country. Lets just say I intend to take advantage of Big Daddy's interchangeability in the future, and order elsewhere.
