You fucking kidding me? All that, and they pay you? 
Actually, in my hometown, the parking lot of the local Chuck E. Cheese was wisely chosen as the turf for a gang war. Guns, knives, you name it. Several people were shot, and one of the waitresses, who was caught in the open by the whole thing, was killed.
I think you’re missing Anna’s point, that Anna’s blow jobs are much better! 
Count myself as one who was a little offput at the OP… I mean, what did you expect? It was Chuck E. Cheese fer godsakes!
Easily the worst chain pizza ever. Some mom-and-pop dump might make worse, but no national or regional company can.
I have to dispute your comment about mom and pop pizza places… We have some really excellent private pizza places in this area that I gladly choose over the big chains. I prefer to support the private places. Granted, Chuck E. Cheese the other day was an exception, but I had to attend my brother’s birthday party.
Heh…about a year ago, my boyfriend, another close friend, and I went to Chuck E. Cheese’s…sans kids. I just wanted to play skee-ball. I don’t remember seeing an adult in the whole riotous building except employees. And the kids do tend to turn into absolute little hellions.
I grew up going to Showbiz on very special occasions…and on the backroads of small towns one may still find a Billy Bob’s Circus, in a dilapidated building, with grass growing in the parking lot, but full of screaming 6 year olds…
I used to love Chuck E. Cheese when I was a kid. It was Valhala. Tickets were a side-note. This was my younger experience of the place. I tried to go there for lunch on a break from high-school, and they refused us. I guess they had their reasons, but why couldn’t they have just let us eat and leave?
He said “some”, not “all”.
Although I don’t think this is the type of “Big ball pit” you had in mind, here ya go
It’s been about two years, but the Chuck E. Cheese in Indy had beer. I went for a friend’s child’s birthday. Sheer hell.
I never had parties in places like that when I was a kid, and neither will my daughter. Cake parties at home are much more relaxing, and the kids can still have fun without me going mental. It’s one thing to have five or six kids running around your house, but quite another to go somewhere where there are 50 of them screeching and acting out-of-control.
…that kids lack any sense of good food. I used to take my daughter and stepson there when they were little…they LOVED that horrible pizza! Actually since both of themn think that Domino’s is excellent pizza (ghack!), my wife and I never bother takinhg them to a good restaurant-these kids do NOT like good food!
So, we go out and have a nice quiet meal-they stay home and eat that disgusing crap from Dominos-and we are all happy!
Because, from what I can see, Chuck E. Cheese is not actually about selling you a pizza. Pizza is strictly a sideline. The main thrust of the place seems to be about vacuuming your wallet by having your children extract money from you so they can buy worthless little brass tokens which are then placed into various “games” which then dispense worthless little paper tickets, which are then exchanged for worthless little plastic craplets of one kind or another.
YOU guys just wanted PIZZA. And you didn’t have your parents with you to keep you in line if you got rowdy. Why should they let YOU in?
I’ll join you! It’s not about the ‘adult’ experience, it’s about the kid’s and they LOVE it! They get to run and climb and be loud and play games, in other words, they get to be kids… and they sleep really well when they get home!
I’ve never been to a Chuck E Cheeses…
When I was younger though, there was a lovely place called Bullwinkles. Rocky and Bullwinkle were the main draws with a little stage set with animatronics doing a song and dance, I recall fountains and a games room and pizza.
So it was something like Chuck E Cheese, but I loved it there.
Never got anything on the games but had such fun.
I was so disappointed when I got older and moved to within a block of where it was… except it is now a Parts Source (automotive store). Aw well.
I doubt I’ll ever go to Chuck E Cheese though… I know we have them up here, but they are usually out of the way and hard for me to get to.
I’ve never been to a Chuck E. Cheese’s, I certainly don’t intend to now.
I’ve been to Showbiz and that was pretty decent. We seldom went though.
Course now I have no intention to go to such places because the thought of it makes me cringe. I guess you outgrow such things. Heh.
Hmmm…Apparently the CEC around here isn’t all that bad. I know teenagers who still go there for birthday parties. Of course, they had to have their parents there, due to the fact that they sell alcohol.
But I remember Discovery Zone. That place was wonderful, far better than CEC could ever be. Shame that it closed.
But they could run, climb, be loud, play, and be kids at a good park. At a park, they would get more exercise. It would cost less money. And they would be socializing with other kids. I didn’t see many kids climbing in the tubes at CEC. They were way more concerned with tickets and tokens.
(It should be noted that the day I was there was a beautiful sunny day. A day that could have been well spent at a park, instead of indoors.)
:eek: Ack! Man, this makes me homesick, it’s only a couple of minutes from my home.
Can’t wait to get back to Toronto.
And I’m not being sarcastic.
My parents took me to CEC for my 17th birthday.
I’m still plotting my revenge.
I went to Chuck E Cheese back in 1984. Maybe times have changed, but all I remember is the video games, the ball pit, and a dining area with a singing clown. I also got a gag million dollar bill with my picture on it (photo booth), and wondering how I could spend it, only to have my mom disappoint me by telling me that it wasn’t real. The whole area was about the size of a small one storey house.
The tokens, those I remember. Four for a dollar, one token got you a game of PacMan, Galaga or Space Invaders. Two tokens and you got the arm wrestling machine.
I even remember the pizza. Seemed normal enough to a nine year old boy, which I was at the time. Lots of cheese, mushrooms and pepperoni. No sauce, though.
It was a good place to be a kid. I’m glad to see that the tradition survives.
Don’t know why, but when I first read that, I swore it said “you don’t want to know what happens to kittens there”.