First off, I don’t have to “prove” anything – and you can search around the blogosphere – because even if you believe the commercial, most find it absolutely unbelievable that four somewhat normal people can be led back into their own house, fed at their own table and yet are fooled into thinking they are in an Italian restaurant.
I don’t fall for high-pressure sales, and I question things that I see – everywhere. But, you know how once someone has really lied to you, you think back (because hindsight is 20/20) and realize that wow, if they lied about THIS, then they probably lied about THAT. After looking at this latest commercial, I am finding the others to be highly suspect. I am sure that Pizza Hut – well known for being very forthcoming and always paying their fines … – will issue some statement explaining it all. I mean, I remember remarking (to her chagrin, of course) the statement that was shown on the other commercials, like “real people” seemed odd. I think my exact statement was, “they didn’t use the latex people for this commercial?”
I am just saying, I find it very, very hard to believe that these four people are made to leave home, blindfolded; we are to assume they have been driven around, blindfolded; led into their own home, blindfolded, and eat a meal in what they think is an Italian restaurant, blindfolded; and THEN, the blindfolds are removed to reveal that Pizza Hut take out is as good as an Italian restaurant.
First off – the obvious. Pizza Hut tastes like Italian food because – well – IT IS ITALIAN FOOD. Grow up, people. Now, seriously, am I the only human, or in some kind of elite 97th percentile that knows what my own house smells like, sounds like, feels like? How many people assume the only sound you are going to hear in this Italian restaurant is awfully similar to your own clock, furnace, fridge, that rosebush that taps on the window, the neighbour’s stupid dog that barks at falling leaves or your cat? Funny how that votive candle smell your wife put on the credenza or that garlic smell from last night’s fish seems to be EXACTLY like the smell you left 20 minutes ago. Pizza Hut is lucky this particular family doesn’t have a phone, or people that knock on the door to sell vacuums, cheap heating oil, religion or chocolate bars.
So, now, all that bull about serving Pizza Hut in “high class” restaurants – I don’t believe any of it. But, once you get big, like Yum, you start getting weird.