Sunday, June 01, 2008

Letters To No One: A Preliminary Response From Pizza Hut


As I was leaving work last evening, I checked my cellphone and noticed I had three text messages and a voice mail. This is not entirely uncommon, seeing as how I am an immensely popular public figure who has to constantly deal with the demands of friends and family who often claim to "never see or hear from" me. The messages were fairly standard, your "What are we doing for dinner?" "Yo fag, call me" run-of-the-mill type stuff. The voicemail, though, was completely unexpected. It was from a woman who claimed to be the manager of the Pizza Hut I ordered from Thursday night. She asked me please to call her back as soon as possible. I waited until I had driven up over the hill with the dead spot on Glendale, and then searched my recent phone calls for Pizza Hut's number.

A young man answered the phone -- not the asshole who I spoke with at great length the other night -- and he quickly handed the phone off to the manager. She introduced herself as Lou, and told me she had received an e-mail concerning my experience. Personally I was hoping for a Yum! Brands executive to call me, but this was a start.

Lou asked me to tell her the full story, from start to finish, so I basically restated everything from the letter and made sure to tell her that I in no way held her accountable for any of the unfortunate events which befell me. At the end of my tale, she said "Oh, my" a few times, and apologized profusely. She then asked me, "So, how many free pizza you want?"

As if I'm some kind of pathetic knave whose respect can be bought for the price of a measly pizza pie. What kind of fucked up world do we live in where people are expected to just forget about grievances by accepting free goods or services? That's pretty fucked up, right?

"I give you four free pizzas," she said. I was thinking more along the lines of twenty five free pizzas.

"Make it six. I ordered six last night." She agreed, told me that she would attach a note to my name and phone number that would be put "on file", and told me I should feel comfortable calling back any time. Before I could say, "Make it twenty five pizzas," Lou hung up the phone.

What the fuck am I going to do with six pizzas? They're not going to make me any happier. I'm certainly not going to forget this happened (twenty five free pizzas probably would have helped). I'm taking my case all the way to the highest court in the land: the Yum! Brands food court. I'm not literally talking about a food-court like they have in large shopping malls, but a court of law that is presided over by top level executives at Yum! Brands. I've already e-mailed them the same letter I posted here yesterday. I'm going to state and restate my case before those assholes until somebody listens and gives me the God damned respect that I deserve. I will not go gentle in that good night. I will Rage, rage against Pizza Hut for as long as it takes. Until either they've offered me a cash settlement (I'm fucking poor guys, what do you expect?) or twenty five free pizzas. I'd also take free P'zones for life. Actually, if they offered me free P'zones for life I'd give them the free six pizzas back. I'm that nice of a guy.

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Saturday, May 31, 2008

Letters To No One: Pizza Hut



Dear Yum! Brands & Pizza Hut,

Last evening (Thursday May 29th, 2008) I had a very upsetting experience involving one of your franchise's locations in Los Angeles, California. I feel it is my responsibility to inform you about what happened, and I will try to do so as objectively as possible. For your consideration:

Allow me to set the scene. A small group of clean-cut, polite, Caucasian twentysomethings have gathered to watch the season finale of their favorite television program (LOST, airs Thursdays at 9:00pm EST - 10:00pm PST on ABC). The consensus opinion regarding food was to order pizza before the show. In the past, everyone has seemed to enjoy the $5 "Pizza Mia" campaign you have been running, so Pizza Hut was determined to be our pizza of choice.

At roughly 7:00pm, I called the nearest Pizza Hut to place my order. There were six pies that needed to be delivered, and the woman who took my order was very polite and understanding. Unfortunately, I made a very small gaffe in my order (one pizza was given an extra topping that was supposed to go on another pizza). Not five minutes after the phone call was placed, I was informed of my error, and quickly called back the restaurant. The same woman answered, and as I raced to have her change the order, our phone call was cut short by cellphone interference. I called back immediately after, and a young man answered the phone. He did not speak English very well. I told him I had an order to change, and he continually spoke to me as if I was placing an order, when I wanted to change an order. I became frustrated, and asked to speak to the woman with whom I had just spoken. He informed me that she had just left. I started to feel like I was being given the runaround, but I again tried to give him my address and phone number while asking him to please look up the order because it needed to be changed. He again tried to take my order, and when I told him that I had already placed and order, but needed to change one, he put me on hold, then came back and said he couldn't find my order. I sat in stunned silence for a moment, then I told him that I had just charged the dinner to my credit card, and it had to be there. I began to grow upset and impatient, and I asked to speak to the manager. He told me that manager had just left, and then he seemingly lost interest in talking to me. He kept asking, "Hello? Hello?" as if there was phone interference, but I could hear him, had full service on my phone, and was responding in good time. I kept saying "Hello" back to him. He soon hung up.

Feeling like I'd just been purposely disconnected, I again called back, and this time I was told that yes, the order was placed, but no it could not be changed because the pizza was already out the door. I told him that was impossible, and that he needed to check again because he was wrong. Trust me, I've been to many a Pizza Hut and Pizza Hut Express -- there was no way six pizzas could have been made and out the door in the five minutes between my first phone call and my first attempt to change my order. He told me there was nothing he could do, and I was forced to hang up the phone. After taking a deep breath, I tried calling back one more time in the hopes that somebody else would answer, but he picked up the phone again. I told him I was sorry for calling again, but I simply did not understand how the pizza could be on its way already, and he again asked me to hold on while he checked the order. When he returned, he said that the pizza had not left, but it had now already been cooked, and it was too late to change the order. I asked him, "What am I supposed to do? I tried calling you back three times to change the order before it was made, but you kept screwing around with me, which exacerbated the problem, and now I have to suffer? I'd like to talk to somebody else and change the order, this is unacceptable." He asked if I wanted to speak to the shift manager. Odd, I was under the impression she had already left, since that's what he had told me not five minutes ago. He asked me to hold again, and the next voice I heard was a woman's voice.

This new woman asked what the problem was, and I told her the entire story. She then told me that it was my fault for getting the order wrong, and that there was nothing they could do for me because the pizzas were already cooked. I told her that while the initial error might have been my fault, it was not my fault that her staff was incompetent and prohibited me from changing an order in good time. I asked not to be held accountable when I had made every possible effort to change the order quickly, and her blundering staff member -- who had the gall to hang up on me once, prolonging the time it took to change the order -- was equally at fault. I told her that I was very disappointed that I had prepaid for the meal and was going to have to accept not one but two incorrectly made pizzas. I said I wasn't concerned with how long it would take to make new pizzas, but that I would please like to have the order changed and delivered properly. She again told me that just I, and not her staff, was to blame for the problem, and that if I made an error in the original order, everything that happened afterwards was also my fault. I told her I was not going to be held accountable for the idiots she'd hired to take phone orders, for my being purposely disconnected when I showed the slightest bit of frustration, and for being forced into this bind because she was an uncompromising moron whose numerous errors in handling the situation far outweighed my own. I didn't call her a moron outright, but I sure thought it. In fact, I didn't call anybody any names the entire time. I'm just illustrating my thoughts at the time. Finally, the woman said she would change the order, and she listened as I dictated the one simple sentence that I had now been trying to spit out for the last twenty minutes: "Remove the onions from the pepperoni and onion pizza and put them on the green pepper pizza".

Fuck! Should it really have been so God damned complicated?

I don't know how well or how often Pizza Hut's high ranking officials check up on the quality of their employees, but I have decided that until I receive some response from your company, I will never, ever order a Pizza Hut pizza again. The way that I was treated last night was a disgrace, and the entire Pizza Hut restaurant chain should be embarrassed and ashamed for the way that the folks operating this branch acted. I am disgusted by the lack of support I received in trying to make a simple amendment to my order, shocked by the fact that I was treated as an inferior and purposely disconnected, and outraged by the lack of business acumen displayed by the shift manager. When the order was finally changed and I could safely hang up my phone for the last time, I could actually feel my blood boiling. I seriously don't remember the last time I felt that enraged. Really, I'm not even sure what Pizza Hut can do to keep me from boycotting your restaurants.

I'm sure they probably spit in my pizza too, but I'm trying not to entertain such a fucked up notion.

For the record, I would just like to ad that I run my own website, and a copy of this letter has been posted there so that my audience can learn about the mistreatment of Pizza Hut clientele. If you would like to respond, I will gladly publish your response, as I believe the people should be able to hear both sides of the story. Thank you very much for reading this admittedly long-winded letter, and I really look forward to hear from you soon, and hope that this issue can soon be forgotten. I've been an ardent supporter of Pizza Hut for as long as I can remember. My earliest memories of ordering pizza as a child was ordering your Triple-Deckeroni pizza. In college, I actually sustained myself for an entire year eating P'zones three nights a week and the same sandwich once a week from a local deli. To think that I am now considering never eating Pizza Hut again is as upsetting as it is unexpected.

Good day.

Regards,
Evan LeVine
evanhlevine@gmail.com
http://blog.swanfungus.com/

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Letters To No One: A Response From Carl's Jr.



Hidden amongst the daily barrage of album review requests from "indie" public relations firms today were two very important e-mails. The first one was addressed to me from Carl's Jr. Guest Response. The subject was "RE: CarlsJr-Web Form E-Mail Address Message". It stated:
Dear Mr. LeVine:

Thank you for taking the time to share your comments with us. Our goal is to make our guests happy--every guest, every time!

Because your opinions and comments are important to us, we have forwarded your message to our Marketing and Product Development Department for their review.

Please feel free to contact us again at any time.

Sincerely,

Shaina
Carl's Jr. Guest Response
On the Web at www.carlsjr.com

P.S. Please retain your Thread ID in the message body. This will help us locate your information should you need us again.

[THREAD ID:1-GMIXET]
Again, with the "[THREAD ID:1-GMIXET]" sign-off, I have no idea what there intentions were. Those Carl's Jr. businesspeople sure know how to confuse a concerned customer. When I read this reply, I instantly figured that all the bureaucratic red-tape would prevent me from ever receiving an answer to my letter that wasn't penned by some computer e-mail program. But after firing off a handful of "fuck off" replies to the public relations firms, I came to a letter whose subject was simply "Restaurant Visit." The Gmail preview showed me the first sentence. "Dear Evan LeVine. Thank you very much for taking the time to..." I was excited about the prospect of some restaurant in L.A. stumbling across a "review" of their establishment on my website, but I was completely wrong. It was another letter from Carl's Jr. Suddenly excited, I hurriedly read its contents. Although, I couldn't really get over the fact that someone at CKE Restaurants actually refers to Carl's Jr. as a "restaurant". The contents of the letter were:
Dear: Evan Le Vine

Thank you very much for taking the time to inform us of the experience you had at our restaurant in Los Angeles, CA. I would personally like to extend my most sincere apology to you for the unsatisfactory impression your visit left on you. I am very sorry.

At Carl’s Jr; we strive not only to provide a delicious meal with great guest service, but we also make every effort to create a safe, clean, and friendly dining experience. It is obvious from your comments that we fallen short of the high standards we have set ourselves. In failing to live up to our guests’ expectations, we have not only tarnished our reputation, but more important, we are in danger of losing an important guest.

I assure you that every effort is being made to correct this situation. I have contacted the General Manager regarding you experience. I would also be at that restaurant tomorrow to ensure correct procedures are being follow on the preparation of the chili fries.

I appreciate the time you have taken to express your concerns. It gives us the chance to learn where we need improvement. It also allows us to resolve any problems that may arise from time to time. Guest like you, who make us aware of this problems, are our most valued guest and we would hate to lose you.

If you have any questions or concerns , please do not hesitate to call (805)xxx-xxxx.

Sincerely,
Jose Luis Flores
District Manager
I feel somewhat vindicated. Someone will (supposedly) be visiting the Carl's Jr. on 6th Street tomorrow to ensure that all "procedures are being follow [sic] on the preparation of the chili fries". Well, I guess that's good...except for the fact that the cheap-ass SPAM they use in place of real, meaty chili isn't going to magically change overnight, and it's not going to prevent them from continuing to advertise about the deliciously meaty and flavorful chili fries and chili burgers. It's just going to ensure that no one is literally vomiting up diarrhea onto a plate of french fries. And, really, anyone who takes a sentence like, "It looked as if somebody vomited diarrhea onto an order of french fries, nonchalantly dropped a slice of cheese on top, and declared it to be edible" seriously doesn't deserve to hold a position as esteemed as District Manager. If I get another e-mail tomorrow telling me that everything is copacetic I'm going to be really angry.

At the very least, I expected a coupon for a free chili burger or chili fries. I didn't want my fucking anger alleviated. That's bullshit. That's not why people write letters. I thought I'd get some free food out of this, or a Carl's Jr. hat and t-shirt. What the fuck good does it do for me to learn that a CKE employee is going to a Carl's Jr. to see that everything is in order. How about you invite me along with you, you'll pay for my meal, and I'll tell you everything that's wrong with it. Now that's the kind of public relations coup that I would totally fall for. I'd come home and write a huge long post about how innovative the people working for Carl's Jr. are, and this little mini crisis I started would totally fade away. Well, now it's here to stay. It's on the Internet, and it's going to be here forever. If even one person reads this and decides, "Nah, I don't want Carl's Jr. tonight," I'll feel vindicated.

There's still time to e-mail me that free meal coupon, Carl's Jr.

There's still time...

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Letters To No One: Carl's Jr.


Dear Carl's Jr.:

I have only recently started dining at one of your many fast food establishments, so perhaps I do not possess the proper qualifications to raise a complaint with you, but I feel that it is necessary to address some issues I have with this particular member of the CKE Restaurants, Inc. family.

Let's begin at the beginning, because I often feel that is the best place to start a story. My good friend and frequent dining partner Ilya saw a commercial for a new item at Carl's Jr. called a "huevos rancheros burrito" on his television set during a program break. As a longtime fan of the Mexican delicacy, Ilya became highly excitable about the prospect of enjoying this particular food item on his next visit to Carl's Jr.. One night last month, I was feeling quite hungry. I asked if he felt like maybe going for fast food, and suggested Carl's Jr. because I had never been. He agreed to join me, and we printed out directions to the nearest location. Sadly, we learned upon our arrival at the Drive-Thru that the huevos rancheros burrito is a breakfast item only, and had to be ordered during specific breakfast hours. Needless to say, Ilya was greatly disappointed. I promised him that I would pen Carl's Jr. a letter asking about their unusual breakfast menu rules, and he thanked me. He actually thanked me.

Time passed, as it so often does, and I forgot all about the letter to Carl's Jr. that I should have written. Until last week. My girlfriend and I saw a print advertisement for the new Carl's Jr. chili burger and chili cheese fries, and I decided that I needed to try it. I absolutely love chili, by the way. Meaty Texas-style chili, not that faggot vegetarian bean-filled shit that frequently gets lumped together with legitimate styles of chili. I decided that I would drive us to the same Carl's Jr. as my first visit. This time I didn't even need directions! We parked outside, walked in and ordered two burgers and a side of chili cheese fries. Well I'll be damned if I didn't open that box and catch a glimpse of the most foul-looking order of chili cheese fries ever. If I can be blunt for a moment -- and I will -- it looked as if somebody vomited diarrhea onto an order of french fries, nonchalantly dropped a slice of cheese on top, and declared it to be edible. They couldn't have been further from the truth.

The purpose of this letter is to inform you that I believe Carl's Jr. is guilty of a number of fraudulent advertising schemes that have conned many innocent fast food lovers out of their hard earned cash. Your restaurant promised us beautiful looking food, and in return all we have received is disappointment and grossness. The pictures you so proudly display on your website, television and print ads are completely different from the items that end up on our dinner plates. I have decided to publish this letter on my website so that I may alert fellow fast food aficionados to your shady business practices. Nobody deserves to be disappointed when they're expecting a good time at their local burger stand. Your marketing team's decision to knowingly lie about the appearance of your chili cheese fries -- which didn't even contain anything remotely like shredded cheese or meaty red chili -- is shameful. If I could bring this story to the attention of someone at CKE Restaurants, Inc. or even a fast food eaters advocate group, I would. And if the opportunity arises, believe me -- I will. If your company does not amend the current no-heuvos-rancheros-burritos-for-dinner and chili-burgers-and-fries-that-look-nothing-like-they-do-on-TV campaigns, I will be forced to spend my money at a rival dining establishment. Perhaps In-N-Out, Bob's Big Boy, Tommy's, or Fatburger. Those companies make no bold claims about the mien of their food, and I respect them for that. I do not respect Carl's Jr.

Please forward this letter to the attention of either a marketing team member, or the equivalent of a quality control department. I would really like to a hear a response from someone at Carl's Jr. who can address my concerns. Thank you for your time, and I hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely,

Evan H. LeVine
Age 24
Noted Fast Food Eater