
Swing by your local Popeyes at 620 N Howard St and treat yourself to our awesome New Orleans-style menu. We’ve got wings in 6 delicious flavors, crispy fried chicken, perfectly seasoned chicken tenders, and our famous chicken sandwich that you’re going to love. And don’t forget about the newest addition to our lineup: Boneless Wings! Whether you need a quick lunch, a filling dinner, or a family meal, we’ve got you covered. Use our convenient drive-thru, order ahead online or on the Popeyes app for easy pickup, or get your meal delivered right to your door. We even offer catering at select locations!
Louisiana-inspired fast-food chain known for its crispy fried chicken, chicken sandwiches & fries.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 620 N Howard St, Akron, OH 44310
Phone: (330) 253-9077
Website: https://www.popeyes.com/store-locator/store/restaurant_83727
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EXPLAIN How UR MISTAKES ONLYCOST ME..IM NOT SPENDING NO MORE MONEY HERE!!!
When it was my turn at the register, I asked if she could do a family order and asked what sides were available, since I’d overheard her telling the previous customer (who left without buying anything) that there weren’t fries.
She rudely exclaimed “all I gots is red beans and rice and chicken”.
I asked when her store would be able to serve other sides, and she told me “idk corporate was supposed to be out but they didn’t come and I’m understaffed”.
I asked to speak to the manager and she said “well I’m the GM”.
When I asked her full name, she wouldn’t give it to me; stating “by law I don’t have to tell you”.
I asked to speak to her supervisor and was told “you’ll have to call corporate”.
When I asked for a name and number to call, I was told “by law I don’t have to tell you”.
Megan then told the cashier that “he’s not getting anything, give him his coupon back”
(I got the number off of a customer’s receipt and called)
I was told by “Megan” that she’d review the cameras and see if she needed to do anything.
I explained that it sounds like I would t be getting anywhere with her, and asked to speak to her supervisor (who is apparently the owner).
I was told that “they’re not in now”, so I asked that they call me back.
“Megan” told me that the owner would call me shortly, but I still have not received a call.
Plz do better.
I’ve never been disrespected at a corporate restaurant like this. And I was also aghast with they way Stephanie spoke to the people of color in front of me in line.
(Attached is the customer’s receipt which was rung out incorrectly)
I was picking up food for a coworker who placed an online order. As soon as I walked in, I saw employees arguing in the back. Not the normal “go do this” kind of arguing. The kind with venom. People belittling each other, shouting “don’t tell me what to do” and “shut up” pure chaos. The mood of the store was as hostile as the Battle of Stalingrad. I’m honestly amazed there wasn’t a fight. The tension was omnipresent.
There were about four people in front of me, and the cashier kept switching between taking orders and arguing with the kitchen. The chaos and confusion were on par with the insanity of a dogfight mixed with a Sherlock Holmes investigation trying to find Waldo.
When I got to the counter, I said I was there for an online order for a coworker who ordered a bucket of chicken. The cashier immediately said they don’t have buckets of chicken. At any moment he could’ve realized maybe we could communicate to figure it out together, but instead, he chose to be as stonewalled as Mount Rushmore.
I pulled out my phone and told the cashier the order: 16 items, $73.45, under “Mikey” or “Michael.” The cashier yelled to the kitchen that there was a DoorDash order for Mikey. I tried to explain I wasn’t DoorDash, just picking up food, but he cut me off and said, “I don’t tell you how to do your job. Don’t tell me how to do mine.” Beneath the Chernobyl nuclear reactor levels of explosive rage I was feeling, I somehow stayed calm.
After what felt like an archaeological excavation to discover the Holy Grail, they finally found the food. Then I was told they were out of coleslaw and needed to call the person to ask what they wanted instead. I said I’d take Cajun fries. Finally, a neuron fired and the cashier asked the question that should’ve come ten minutes earlier: “Is this your food?” I said yes.
The entire time, the bickering and hostility continued, creating an atmosphere so uncomfortable it felt like being stuck in the backseat while two people fight in the front. Then the cashier stormed out of the building to yell at an employee sitting in a car, the same one he’d been belittling inside.
Eventually, after what seemed like five epochs, I finally got my Cajun fries and left the store so irate I actually felt sympathy for William Foster in Falling Down.