Pizza Hut, overtaken by the arrival of delivery culture, will be sold for $2.7 billion

I don't understand. Pizza Hut has stores that are exclusively pick up and delivery. Is the competition just too stiff. I still like their pizzas compared to some of the other delivery places, but they are a shadow of what they were once like. Pizzas places are common as dirt, but finding a really good one is almost impossible. We were frequenting a local chain, but one by one all of their stores closed.:cry:
 
Fast food/packaged food as a whole is not my thing. I eat pizza on avg a slice or two a decade, this year I already had 2 slices o_O. As long as I can remember their pizzas have always been too much bread and not enough everything else. But it still sucks to see it go. Just like BlockBuster, West Coast Video, Circut City, The Wi, ToysRus.... These were all staples of my childhood and my Americana growing up.
 
Best place for fake ID's back in 68-70 and good food.

Should have eaten the box on my last order a year ago.
Papa John's, large thin, works, $15.00 can't beat it, IMO for the $$
 
I did pizza delivery for Pizza Hut 40 years ago. I have several interesting delivery stories. The Pizza Hut that I worked at was the traditional red roof model, with dining room, and also had the corner booths with the 90 degree angle windows. I still have my Pizza Hut hat and name tag, for nostalgia reasons. I think I also have a glass ashtray with the embossed Pizza Hut logo somewhere.
 
I've posted this before. There is a Pizza Hut in Dunmore PA, which borders Scranton, and has a sizable Italian heritage population.

The Pizza Hut there is still open, which makes zero sense to me. You could throw a baseball from their parking lot and hit Grande Pizza, which is really good.

Just like Olive Garden, the hicks and "newcomers" go there. The locals go to the places with great-grandma's sauce and meatball recipie.
 
We still have a couple in my immediate area (NW FL gulf coast), one small restaurant and a take-out/delivery only. Both are actually quite good IMO, and the wife & I enjoy the 'super supreme' pizza for take out if we're headed to the beach, a park, etc. Hurricane Ivan (2004) leveled a take out location that was never rebuilt. Opinions vary, but we like it and hope it stays around.
 
Back in the teenage years, The Hut was a great place for dates and hanging out with friends

How about Shakeys? Lums hot dog and many others???:)

https://backintimetoday.com/30-forgotten-chain-restaurants-from-the-80s-we-wish-were-still-around/
When I grew up, pizza was for special occasions. Pizza was for celebrations. Pizza was a treat. And pizza was Shakey's. A Shakey's pepperoni and a pitcher of root beer and we were happy kids. I remember I played the first coin-op "video game" I ever saw there. It was Pong. Many of my favorite childhood memories involve Shakey's, so it is no surprise that I enjoy pizzas that are like theirs.
In fact, it seemed that most of my adult life was spent trying to find that pizza again. And, usually, failing miserably. It wasn't any one thing I could point to; it just wasn't the same. Shakey's was gone from my life and so was that pizza. So I thought.
One day my buddy, who is a fellow pizza aficionado, offered to buy me lunch at a Portland pizza institution. One that I had never tried. And it all clicked together. The pizza? Not quite exactly Shakey's, but very close. Cornmeal crust, those little pepperonis that cup up and hold oil, just right. The sauce, of course was where the difference lay, but it was just different, no better or worse, and not much different at that. Besides that, the place had the right atmosphere.
Pure 70s pizza joint. It's been there since the mid 60s and the place is full of all the trophies and pictures of all the little league teams they have sponsored over the years. Red carpets with brown leather booths and tables with more pictures and programs, stat sheets and line ups embedded in the finish.
As I sat there, eating that pizza, I felt at peace. As the feelings of my youth rushed over me, I could feel years of stress melt off of my body. My soul felt renewed. Then I realized, It's just pizza, and I got on with my life.
 
When I grew up, pizza was for special occasions. Pizza was for celebrations. Pizza was a treat. And pizza was Shakey's. A Shakey's pepperoni and a pitcher of root beer and we were happy kids. I remember I played the first coin-op "video game" I ever saw there. It was Pong. Many of my favorite childhood memories involve Shakey's, so it is no surprise that I enjoy pizzas that are like theirs.
In fact, it seemed that most of my adult life was spent trying to find that pizza again. And, usually, failing miserably. It wasn't any one thing I could point to; it just wasn't the same. Shakey's was gone from my life and so was that pizza. So I thought.
One day my buddy, who is a fellow pizza aficionado, offered to buy me lunch at a Portland pizza institution. One that I had never tried. And it all clicked together. The pizza? Not quite exactly Shakey's, but very close. Cornmeal crust, those little pepperonis that cup up and hold oil, just right. The sauce, of course was where the difference lay, but it was just different, no better or worse, and not much different at that. Besides that, the place had the right atmosphere.
Pure 70s pizza joint. It's been there since the mid 60s and the place is full of all the trophies and pictures of all the little league teams they have sponsored over the years. Red carpets with brown leather booths and tables with more pictures and programs, stat sheets and line ups embedded in the finish.
As I sat there, eating that pizza, I felt at peace. As the feelings of my youth rushed over me, I could feel years of stress melt off of my body. My soul felt renewed. Then I realized, It's just pizza, and I got on with my life.
Shakey's in Manila, 2013. Pizza, chicken & spaghetti combo...pretty tasty.
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When I grew up, pizza was for special occasions. Pizza was for celebrations. Pizza was a treat. And pizza was Shakey's. A Shakey's pepperoni and a pitcher of root beer and we were happy kids. I remember I played the first coin-op "video game" I ever saw there. It was Pong. Many of my favorite childhood memories involve Shakey's, so it is no surprise that I enjoy pizzas that are like theirs.
In fact, it seemed that most of my adult life was spent trying to find that pizza again. And, usually, failing miserably. It wasn't any one thing I could point to; it just wasn't the same. Shakey's was gone from my life and so was that pizza. So I thought.
One day my buddy, who is a fellow pizza aficionado, offered to buy me lunch at a Portland pizza institution. One that I had never tried. And it all clicked together. The pizza? Not quite exactly Shakey's, but very close. Cornmeal crust, those little pepperonis that cup up and hold oil, just right. The sauce, of course was where the difference lay, but it was just different, no better or worse, and not much different at that. Besides that, the place had the right atmosphere.
Pure 70s pizza joint. It's been there since the mid 60s and the place is full of all the trophies and pictures of all the little league teams they have sponsored over the years. Red carpets with brown leather booths and tables with more pictures and programs, stat sheets and line ups embedded in the finish.
As I sat there, eating that pizza, I felt at peace. As the feelings of my youth rushed over me, I could feel years of stress melt off of my body. My soul felt renewed. Then I realized, It's just pizza, and I got on with my life.
Didn't they have a Player Piano???
 

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