I like the concept of Leona's(please no refutations of this mediocre restaurant...it is what it is and when it hits the mark it's palatable for a lazy Saturday afternoon).
I dislike the variability between franchises.
And, I hate the Wicker Park incarnation...they don't give a shit...always have(n't).
Even back years ago when I resided thusly: fucked-up orders, salads that are obvious cast-offs destined for les garbage bin(lettuce spines, brown crud), and desultory food prep.
When the s/o 'n I moved east, suddenly our new Leona's rocked: despite gruff phone personel, everything was packaged competently, everything appeared fresh, everything was actually there...
...then that location had to go and reconcept as a world o' hamburger bar...
...
my building recently instituted an asinine "must leave form of ID at the front desk in order to get buzzed-in if you don't live here" nonsense(which did so much good preventing the stairwell graffiti and the recently torn-up roofdeck)
so...Leona's(a few weeks back):
there's this one delivery woman who always has an attitude(look, I would too if I was suddenly burdened with driving across town to deliver to folks formerly-served by a re-patrioted Lincoln Park edifice...um...see, I'd quit if it pissed me off as bad as it seems this one...it's not like delivery gigs are going out of style...)...but, c'mon...DON'T TAKE IT OUT ON YOUR well-tipping CUSTOMER.
...here's the rub...I order in food because we're lounging around in our jammies bedheaded and logey...the *point* is to not have to get dressed, go downstairs, and deal with the fucking weekend tourists crowding my building's elevators(when all three are actually working which as of this past year is never)...so...
(I should interject...there are delivery services that work the building with aplomb...but, you know...it's hit or miss)
...so...
I have to get dressed upon the apologetic front desk call that the delivery person doesn't have any form of ID...fuuuuuck....
...once I'm downstairs this asshole delivery woman gives me lip..."you don't know what you're talking about!"---what? that you don't have ID? Or, that you're pulling some power shit and won't countenance delivering to our door? There're tons of other delivery people that have no fricking problem.
no tip(I've met delivery people that try to pull scams: "coupon? what coupon?" and, I've met irascible delivery people...but, how often do you greet someone relying on your tip that's vocally aggressive?)
NOW:
anyway
I order pizza today...and describe the idiotic front desk situation...
...mention the delivery person must present ID.
What happens?
Again!
The guy's driving under a suspended license.
So...here's my apprehension...longwinded and vis-a-vis: my favorite pizza place(unamed because it will draw hoots of derision as this post probably already has)...I order from them not just because I like them, but they're always quick and efficient...not today...no...not only was the pizza late and cold(guy...turns out was just sitting down there in the carport---after being previously-instructed to come to the front desk??? um...how would we even know the food was *here* w/o a call?)...it was sliced desultorily...and just generally, meh(I'm thinking this franchise is under new ownership).
: I explained to the pizza purveyor over the phone when I ordered my building's idiotic ID policy(as if camera surveillance and electronic locks aren't enough) and he *still* sends out this addled fuck.
I almost refused payment then thought...screw it.
No tip.
Complained over the phone: they didn't give a rat's ass.
*they didn't give a rat's ass!*
So...moral of the story?
I have bad delivery luck?
Or, if you were hiring delivery people wouldn't you check to make sure they have a valid driver's license? Oh...
wait...this is Chicago.
btw: as per Leona's, I've contacted them via the internet the few times over the near decade I've ordered from them and had a particularly-egregious problem and NEVER received a response
signed,
Fed Up
and, yes...we're never ordering from the pizza place again(it's not one that's ever been mentioned on this board and most posters here would hate it out of hand, anyway)
and, though I've been loyal to Leona's(for a handful of preparations for nearly a decade), having to deal with the Wicker Park location nonsense once again(and not receiving response to the two or three complaints I've sent out over the years)...lends me to consider 86-ing them as well.
...some might say good riddance...but, these are two restaurants who offer a handful of preps I very much enjoy as fast food/order-in...sad the customer service is so lacking...and/or invisible...
alas...I meant to mention(one positive-ish experience):
The Cabrini Green Hecky's(yes, I understand it's a pale shadow of the original...I'm also aware that the---I assume---same dull palates that consistently-nominate Sultan's Market as best Middle Eastern fare are the ones responsible for the perennial nomination of this blighted bbq to the top of various weeklys' lists).
We were just bored with the usual, I guess.
And, we hadn't ordered from *that* benighted Hecky's in awhile...thought, "sure, why not?"
borderline inedible(regardless of where you wiggle on the meat jello front): horrifically-saline and liquid smoked...it was all you could taste in our tips and ribs
oddly enough(we were working from an old menu)...they provided yummy hushpuppies(actual bits of onion inside...sweet cornbread...crisp crust)...best part of the meal and it was an afterthought
fast-forward a month
um...Hecky's again? Sure, why not?
long story how we got to that point(being pissed off with Leona's and the pizza place and a disgusting expedition into chop suey-dom)
A complete reversal.
Now Hecky's is as Hecky's does.
But, everything off about the previous order was corrected in this new one. You could actually taste how they'd fubar'd it before(easier hand on the "smoke"....deft use of salt).
And, even tho' those scrumptious hushpuppies aren't on the new menu I asked after them and sho' nuff, they said, "no problem."
I have this image of an employee running down the street to the shrimp shack.
anyway...they redeemed themselves
not *my* type of bbq, but the s/o digs it and that's fair enough
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