My complaint:
When going to order a delicious flat yet perfectly fluffy, open-faced baked pie of Italian origin, consisting of a thin layer of bread dough with buttered garlic, topped with spiced tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese with the ever loving thin sliced pepperoni. Along with the dazzling garlic covered bread twists. I expect everything to be perfect, but when taking the first bite I noticed something was missing, the marinara was no where to be found. This sad reality hit me like a truck and had no other option but to resort to the dipping sauce of ranch. Deciding to avenge the loss of marinara I headed straight to the dessert; the mouthwatering cinnamon- sugared covered bread that leaves you in an amazing food coma. I noticed something dreadful, the icing that completes this appetizing dessert was no where to be found. This was the last straw, now I feel at a loss, like there is something missing from apart of me and can not be salvaged.
Suggested solution:
By knowing how heavily impactful these small necessities can be to complete a mouthwatering meal.
