$30.
For one medium, barbecued chicken pizza with cracker-thin crust, barely-there cheese, maybe a dozen tiny kernels of chicken, and a slash of sweet barbecue sauce. And for one plastic cup topped with a grinning Chuck E. Cheese, plus a handful of tokens for kiddie rides. No drinks.
And for 90 uninterrupted minutes watching our 2 1/2 year old granddaughter experience pure joy with an abandonment only felt by young children.
Yes, $30 is a ridiculous over-charge for services provided by this popular emporium.
And yes, our time shared there with Gabriela was, indeed, priceless beyond words.
But we seriously need to buy some stock in Chuck E. Cheese...
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