Mike Schmidt
Google
Talking about the little drive-through-only Bojangles on Independence. I had high hopes for the place before they opened - since I had gotten food poisoning at the old Bojangles on Randolph Rd (next to ChickFilA). This is the last time I give them another chance. This was at 7pm and I was the only customer there during the 10 minutes I was there - they may as well close it back down.
First there's the AI order robot:
"Would you like a combo?"
"No"
"What would you like?"
"A grilled chicken sandwich"
"Would you like to make that a combo?"
"No"
Then there's the cashier telling me to pull up, into the rain. When I ask why, since there's absolutely noone behind me, I'm told:
"Because we're on a timer."
Later the manager, Isaac, comes over to tell me that they're out of pre-grilled chicken, so it will be at least 8 minutes; he also tells me he tells the cashier to do the pull-ahead thing because his General Manager, Tarantino, tells him to. I politely suggest that this GM knows next to nothing about customer service or this particular business. I told Isaac that if he preferred, he could refund me my money, which he took me up on.
Never going back.