You can not go to JHU for long without eating Papa Johns pizza. Many Hopkins students come from regions of the country where Papa Johns simply does not exist, so they probably think the pizza is actually pretty good the first time they eat it.
And Papa pizza is probably passable in most circumstances. But, honestly, ask yourself: How does the local Papa Johns even exist?
The place is so understaffed that the same people who make the pizza handle the money and operate the phones and computer terminals. It is too bad nobody who works there can spell unsanitary.
The wait times for delivery are shocking. Going in is even worse, if you can believe that. People can stand right in front of the counter waiting to place an order while the cashier is taking a personal phone call and making faces at the patrons. Rude and surly are understatements.
Arguably the most frustrating thing about Papa Johns is that the prices are different every time you order. One day, a large cheese pizza is $6.99, the next $7.99 and sometimes even $10.49. Ridiculous.
Better still is how the "Hopkins discount" seems to be valid depending on various arbitrary indicators such as the alignment of the planets, traffic patterns on 33rd Street and whether or not Papa John and Mama John were doing the old bump and grind the night before.
Often, hold times exceed 20 miunutes on the phone. And they will not take any orders from a cell phone - not even for pickup. Why? Maybe because it is obvious that they just want to be assholes and do not care at all about their customers.
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