House hunting has begun; two dismal properties, one worryingly incoherent estate agent and not enough money to get that disused warehouse I so desperately want. Then to add complete injustice to my evening I wander into Pizza East.
Not only do they appear to own the very warehouse I'm looking for but are serving fabulous pizza from my kitchen. Dinner was a treviso, puntarelle, walnuts and gorgonzola pizza (I also indentified 50% of those ingredients). It was an Italian ‘mwah’ or ‘priceless’ or actually at a very good price some might say. The reviews lived up to their reputatation; surely there isn't a finer pizza in town?
No comments:
Post a Comment