Alicia Y.
Yelp
Oh, how the mighty can fall.
I have been ordering from Rock City fairly consistently for about four years. Over the last year or so, I have noticed a dip in quality in the food. Things often arrive cold, and the delivery times keep on creeping up along with prices. I've continued to order from here despite my quibbles, but tonight I had such an abysmal experience that I never plan to again.
I placed an order at 6:30 p.m. for the steak tip dinner with onion rings and a salad as sides. The delivery estimate was 7:05 p.m., which came and went. At 7:40 p.m., I finally got a call from the driver, who sounded downright panicked; he was babbling that he could not find my apartment and was "so upset right now." I live on a one-way, so you have to circle around to get back to my house if you miss it, which he had based on where he said he was. I said as much to him, and he said he "couldn't believe" he had to go all the way around again. I said, "Well, it's a one-way street; I don't know what else to tell you." I heard some mumbling, and then, the driver screamed, very clearly, "F--- YOU!" I was aghast. After a second I said, "Excuse me??" I heard more mumbling, then he hung up the phone.
I immediately tried calling Rock City to tell them what had happened. My phone showed me that someone had picked up, but apparently whoever that was hung up on me. *This then happened three more times.* (Did they somehow know?) When I finally got someone on the phone and described what was happening, the woman barely even seemed to be listening to me. I told her I wanted a refund, and she kind of paused, then asked me what had been said and whether my food had been delivered. Right at this point, the driver called me back, and I told the woman I would go downstairs and see what he said. I kept her on the line.
I told the driver it was completely uncool of him to scream at me like that, to which he replied that he was not screaming at me, but rather at a woman on the street. After meeting him, I believe that, but also, it ultimately does not even matter: It was still upsetting to hear screamed in my ear, and furthermore, it is completely unacceptable to do that while you're on the phone with a paying customer. Yet if anything, the driver seemed irritated that I was upset by the situation. After several minutes of trying to reason with him, I got so fed up that I just took my food and went back up to my apartment, wishing I had tipped in cash rather than electronically.
Mind you, I still had Rock City on the line while this was happening, hoping that they would hear this interaction. When I got back upstairs, I went back to the line and asked, "Did you hear that?"... Crickets. I don't know if they had put me on hold or what, but nobody was responding at that point. I hung up the phone, infuriated beyond belief. And the cherry on top of this crap sundae of an experience was that (1) they had not included my salad, (2) they had over cooked my steak tips, and (3) the onion rings were a cold, mushy mess. I should have called again and demanded the refund I originally wanted, but honestly, I never want to talk to this place again.
So: Bye, Felicia. I'm sorry you well and truly crapped the bed like this.