Pizza Hut has gone south. There was a time that it was a nice change to eat at, or if you were unlucky enough to live in an area that didn't have a decent pizzeria, it would suffice. But these days, after a slice or two, you would have to incorporate a gag reflex factor with each additional bite. And Lordy Lordy, remember going out to actually eat there. At one time it was decent dining, not haute cuisine, but decent and special. Now, YOU DO sink into the torn vinyl booth, wait a ridiculous time for a nasty, gummy, oil laden pizza, served onto scratched plates, and drink out of the same off orange plastic cups that the Brady family might have used in their sitcom. The prices are a totally different subject when you are talking about 30 bills for 2 pizzas. Hell, even in my drunk Marine Corps days, we knew enough to not order Pizza Hut. And as for Papa Johns, they have to have some of the dirtiest workers I have ever seen working there. My stomach flip flopped when I saw a worker, who was tossing a dough, put it down to do register work. Handle filthy money, then go right back to the dough. No sanitation whatsoever. But man, that garlic oil they serve. I think that there must be some liquid crack in there or something. I love that stuff.