Phoned them to say that we'd gotten the order and that all 3 had cheese, expecting that he'd want to rectify it. Nope. He's the owner, he says, and he got the order right - he read back to us exactly what we had ordered, and the ORDER was right, but what he MADE us was WRONG. Tried to explain that to him, and he hung up...
Housemate phoned back and explained that she had actually placed the order, which he read back to her... right order, but WRONG product! And Mr. Donair Dude says, "Go fuck yourself!" and hangs up.
Very nice. Besides the fact that they were cold, and that the meat in them wasn't actually cut (verrrry long strips of donair meat...), service sucked. Mr. Donair Dude has no intention of fixing any problem created by his own incompetence.
Ah, what was I doin' eatin' a donair anyhow? Should've had pasta!