Alexandra Koenig
Google
The homie and I were hungy. We see Blaze Pizza. We think, okay, it’s 3:00 pm, shouldn’t take too long to get some food here. Every employee in the store seemed undeniably high. Insidious vibes everywhere. I stood at the counter wondering if I was doing something wrong to make them not take my order. They were making eye contact with me, so I knew they saw me. Eventually, someone bit the bullet and took my order. They then managed to not put cheese on the pizza?? Realized I had to remind them after they put olives onto the bare red sauced crust. It was a two topping pizza. We then waited for the “fast-fire’d” pizza, thinking the worst was over, only to wait half an hour for one 11-incher to share. While eating the pizza, we witnessed an employee touch his phone with his gloved hand and then fondle some toppings, hand still gloved. Finally, when I was passing the counter to use the restroom, I was almost smacked by a hot pizza being slung out of the oven in the direction of the hallway. The pizza was good, but the service was so poor I assumed the workers were under duress.