Pizza

I live in Bedford which has a large Italian population and so good pizza is easy to come by. The oddest sight is probably the Pizza Express; you look at it among all the authentic family-run Neapolitan pizzerias and bakeries and just wonder why they bothered sticking a pizza chain restaurant in this of all towns.

I love a capricciosa/valentino (ham, mushroom, olive) and a fiorentina (spinach with an egg on top), but really if the pizza is well-made and of good quality then you can't really beat a margherita. There's a little bakery near where I live that supplies all the restaurants and markets with bread during the day, and then makes pizzas in the evening, and their margherita is so good that putting toppings on it just spoils it.

I used to travel to Naples a lot and one time my friends there took me to what is considered the best pizzeria in Naples. One thing that struck me was that their calzone - which in this country is usually just a pizza folded over - was fried. Bloody delicious it was, too.

Wasnt called De'figiole by any chance was it?....
 
I went off Pizza following a pleasant evening out with some friends that involved visiting several pubs in Hazel Grove the plan being to end the evening with a nice curry at the Nobin. All was going well, came out of the Rising Sun and crossed the road just in time to see this bloke come out of the curry house and promptly deposit his recently consumed curry onto the pavement.

If this was not off putting enough things were about to get much worse. One of our number was home on leave from serving with HMs armed forces, in this instance infact the 2nd Parachute regiment. The puke was barely cooling before our Para friend was there next to it standing to attention smart salute before bellowing "PAVEMENT PIZZA SIR" dropping to his knees and scooping up a "hearty slice" and shoving it in his gob.

Within seconds there is about 5 blokes throwing thier rings up outside the Nobin, one bloke who was just waiting at the lights in his car hanging out of his window throwing up and a good few diners in the Nobin who could see out of the window losing their appetite. Meanwhile the indian bloke is at the door trying to stop the para getting in shouting "not welcome , not welcome".

I have never coped well with pizza since as the very word pizza summons up images of a smiling para saying "pavement pizza sir".
 
I live in Bedford which has a large Italian population and so good pizza is easy to come by. The oddest sight is probably the Pizza Express; you look at it among all the authentic family-run Neapolitan pizzerias and bakeries and just wonder why they bothered sticking a pizza chain restaurant in this of all towns.

I love a capricciosa/valentino (ham, mushroom, olive) and a fiorentina (spinach with an egg on top), but really if the pizza is well-made and of good quality then you can't really beat a margherita. There's a little bakery near where I live that supplies all the restaurants and markets with bread during the day, and then makes pizzas in the evening, and their margherita is so good that putting toppings on it just spoils it.

I used to travel to Naples a lot and one time my friends there took me to what is considered the best pizzeria in Naples. One thing that struck me was that their calzone - which in this country is usually just a pizza folded over - was fried. Bloody delicious it was, too.

Name of the bakery please mate. I'm not far from Bedford.
 
I went off Pizza following a pleasant evening out with some friends that involved visiting several pubs in Hazel Grove the plan being to end the evening with a nice curry at the Nobin. All was going well, came out of the Rising Sun and crossed the road just in time to see this bloke come out of the curry house and promptly deposit his recently consumed curry onto the pavement.

If this was not off putting enough things were about to get much worse. One of our number was home on leave from serving with HMs armed forces, in this instance infact the 2nd Parachute regiment. The puke was barely cooling before our Para friend was there next to it standing to attention smart salute before bellowing "PAVEMENT PIZZA SIR" dropping to his knees and scooping up a "hearty slice" and shoving it in his gob.

Within seconds there is about 5 blokes throwing thier rings up outside the Nobin, one bloke who was just waiting at the lights in his car hanging out of his window throwing up and a good few diners in the Nobin who could see out of the window losing their appetite. Meanwhile the indian bloke is at the door trying to stop the para getting in shouting "not welcome , not welcome".

I have never coped well with pizza since as the very word pizza summons up images of a smiling para saying "pavement pizza sir".
That is brilliant. I salute you. No pun intended
 
That is brilliant. I salute you. No pun intended

Without doubt one of the funniest things I have ever seen, it had to be a Para. He followed this up a few days later when one of the girls in the pub wasnt having it that you had to eat insects and things whilst training with this fine regiment. He grabbed a pint pot marched off into the pissing rain into the car park and the field behind the boozer 10mins later he was back with the pint pot full to the brim with worms and slugs which he promptly downed did a massive "bollocks burp" and then said to the bird "now I have proved am not fibing can we have sex".

This resulted in at least two possibly three having to dive in the bogs to throw up, the landlady kicked him out and banned him for a week, and he didnt get to shag that bird.
 

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