My pregnant wife scheduled Bob to come over to have a look at my house so I could go over all of the things we wanted to do (move some walls and add an office and a closet and update the kitchen etc). Bob arrived and greeted me with a long story about how another customer's pug bit him on the genitals before we even said "hi" to each other.

I moved past it and started walking him through our house trying to show him the things I wanted to do. He apparently doesn't have very good spacial awareness because as I was explaining the moving of walls and doors, he never fully grasped the concepts - he was unable to visualize what I was talking about.

Three other contractors at this point had gone through the same tour with me and took measurements and made drawings and took notes. Bob did none of that. As we were going through the kitchen, he stopped me and asked if I had an interior designer who was going to draw up plans. I told him that my wife set up our meeting and that I thought I was just going to go over the basics of what we wanted and explained that a couple other places had taken measurements and whatnot as we went along and presented their plans/designs based on my explanation along with an estimate.

He started getting aggressive really quickly - which baffled the shit out of me - and started talking to me about how he "could measure [my kitchen counter] and be 2 inches different from the other guy and come out with a bid that was $10,000 more." I mean, I am pretty sure that all tape measures are based on the same standard units, so... otherwise they wouldn't be used to measure things, right? I didn't say that, but it was a really weird thing to say to me.

At this point, I said I totally didn't expect any sort of set-in-stone budget or drawings or anything - I did start reiterating that I just thought he was going to come over to get an idea of what I wanted and we would go from there, but he interrupted me to say "if this is how we're starting off, then it's best I just leave" or something to that effect, and starts stomping towards my front door. I say "what? why? I didn't do anything to you... why are you...?" And he slams my front door behind him and then slams my front gate and then slams his car door and then revs his thirsty truck engine and then turns around in front of my house and then spins his tires to drive away... Minutes later, he cancels the calendar invite like a psycho.

I'm REALLY glad he left. Better he left now than in the middle of a job. He's SUPER unstable. His giant truck is covered in Americana and flags and eagles and stuff from what I could tell - maybe he could tell I'm an anti-war socialist from the cut of my sweatpants. I can be difficult to work with at times, but I know when I'm being difficult and when I'm being super nice and easy going - if this was my fault, I would admit it. I did nothing that I can think of to set him off. Best I can figure is he saw a Bernie Sanders sticker on my car or doesn't like cats or - most likely - he realized he was completely in over his head with our project.

Maybe all he can do is patch some drywall or manage someone while they lay tile. It's just a bizarre and totally unprofessional way to decline a job. I never swore at him. I never said anything sarcastic or rude. I didn't talk down to him... I assumed he knew more about what he did than I did and admitted that my wife set it up and I was just doing what I thought I was supposed to do (which was to say things like "I'd like to move this door over here and get rid of this wall and open up this room to be an office" - hoping for some guidance.

This part is supposed to be sort of fun. Planning stuff out. It gets harder and more tedious and you get more impatient as the project goes along. I support veterans and local businesses, but this guy scared me, and if I knew it was going to go this way at all, I wouldn't have told him where I live or had him over to my house. I would advise you to do the same unless you just need to patch a wall or something simple maybe - just don't come to him with a larger project that involves any sort of vision or dialogue. I'm just thankful he didn't kick my animals on his way out. Hopefully he didn't vandalize my car - gonna have to review the security footage.

(Edit - I don't think he did anything to my car, but I got him on my security cam storming off and slamming my gate and also talking about getting bitten by a dog before we even say "hi.")

Ordered delivery tonight. 14" pepperoni and sausage, and boneless wings.

Food arrived quickly and hot. The driver was wearing a uniform from a different pizza place - Pizza on 87. I asked about it and he said it was the same owner.

The pizza was hot, but it was one of the greasiest pizzas I've seen. After blotting it with paper towels, I pulled a slice... all of the toppings slid right off the floppy dough. It was way undercooked... raw basically. I turned on the oven and scooped the ingredients back on that slice and ate it anyway because I was starving. I popped the rest of the pie in the oven at 350 for like 15 minutes. That just made it angry.

It wasn't burned at all, but it was sort of hard at this point - I think the grease seeped into the raw layer of the dough and made it practically impossible to cook properly. After a slice and a half of their smallest pie, I had gut rot almost immediately. I'm not looking forward to an hour or so from now when my body will reject this.

The crust was done in a bit of a twisty design which just made a 14" pizza more like a 10 or a 12 surrounded by a loaf of bread. It tasted okay, but also sort of like Pillsbury pizza dough in a can. The other toppings were flavorful as well, but also didn't taste "premium" or like any of it was made in-house.

The boneless wings (aka chicken nuggets) were tasty - tender white meat. But I wouldn't be surprised if they came from a factory frozen or if the BBQ sauce came from a jar you could find at a grocery store.

I won't be eating the leftovers - unfortunately, they'll have to go straight into the trash. And I don't like to pick on a place like this, but in my experience for the most part... when a place has a terrible logo/concept that looks like real effort was put into it, their food is typically mediocre at best. There are exceptions. Not everyone who starts a great restaurant is also an excellent marketer or graphic designer. Some people are amazing chefs and yet they will put their entire menu in Comic Sans.

I especially don't like writing bad reviews for local restaurants. But as I sit here with my insides twisting, I find myself compelled. And no, I did not contact them (or grubhub) to give them a chance to make me happy - I assume they probably would. *shrug*

Delicious. Fast-ish casual. Lots of options. Delivery on their website through third parties. Place is clean and stylish. They serve beer. Staff is friendly.

I grabbed a cheesesteak to go from here today. I'll keep it short and sweet...

The food came out FAST!
Ingredients were fresh and premium quality
The bread was unique to other cheesesteak sandwich places in the Valley - very soft and chewy and fresh.
Went with his recommendation for cheese, and it was a perfect combo.
Meat was cooked to perfection.

I ate it in the car before I could hit a third stoplight on my way home, it smelled so good.

I loved it - one of the best cheesesteak sandwiches I've had in Arizona. I will be back.