We went to Zza Zza's pizza place in town. It's a nice place that always scares me slightly since I saw the colour of the chefs once white apron and because one minute you see him making dough the next smoking a fag outside. But I have never actually been ill, despite feeling a bit queezy after most lunches!
We ordered pizza and once it came both thought it was overly salty, so plucked up courage to throw off our niceness and send it back. There was some story about two of the workers having salted the dough (too many or not enough cooks???) and after another 20 minutes more pizza arrived, still somewhat highly seasoned! We decided just to eat it as time was at a premium and when offered a free drink we accepted gratefully.
The pizza is huge and I had about a third unfinished and the waitress offered to package it up for me to go. She took it through to the kitchen and as she turned to get a box the chef threw it away! That would have been fine except that he then insisted on making me a new one...by this time 2 o'clock had been and gone and it was beginning to look unlikely that we'd ever get back to the office but it was such a nice gesture and his refusal to take no for an answer meant we spent a further, somewhat bemused 20 minutes waiting for it.
Thankfully the fun factor when it arrived made up for it...my own heart shaped pizza, charmers those Italians! And it was a good tale to tell at the office, not to mention the workers appreciating the food!
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