i had wrote a previous review a year or so ago that said 'hey, i like this type of pita. the chicken fixin is delicious' ... pretty short and sweet, and I still love the chicken fixin pita. some things don't change. But now, I must amend my review to reflect my most recent experience with the Pita Pit ... one that could have turned out sour, but ended oh-so-sweet.
So one overcast Monday evening, after a careful perusal of the cupboard/pantry/fridge I came to the conclusion that "my food sucks" and that I wanted to eat something else. As a frequent downtown diner, I'm more or less burnt out on many places, but I happened to possess a "free double meat" coupon from The Bellingham Herald's Dining Guide ... a $2 value, and one that turns a good pita, into a great pita. Who doesn't like more meat, yeah? The veggies are free, after all ...
So I roll in, listening to some NOFX, ready to get down on a philly cheesesteak-type of pita or perhaps the ol' standby Chicken Fixin' ... the joint was empty and there were three employees there, so I'll probably get good service/nice pita, etc. "Score!" I think, until I am informed that they are out of banana peppers. Which is bad, but I can cope and overcompensate in the jalapeno department to make up for any perceived loss of spiciness from the banana peppers being gone. I order up a pita, the guy is about to throw the meat on the grill ... and the girl tells me "oh! We are out of onions too!"
"Hold up, pal," I tell the guy holding a handful of steak and bacon above the grill. "The onion thing could be a dealbreaker ..." and it was, in reality. I couldn't eat a $7 pita ($8 with tip) without onions.
On my way out the door to the Co-op to pick up a steak or something, I realize I could just buy an onion there ... but would they be able to work with it in it's undiced form?!? When I asked them they conversed quietly amongst themselves for some time, and several seconds must have passed before they decided they would certainly make me a pita if I brought my own onion, and in fact, they'd "hook it up phat" ... so I told them there was a 50/50 chance I'd be back, inserted my headphones back into my ear (now listening to some classy Blue Scholars cuts) and headed up the street to the Co-Op.
Ten minutes later, I was back at the Pit with an .83 cent red onion. One guy bet his coworker I wouldn't return, and lost, and he rang me up and chopped my red (organic) onion up as the rest of the team proceeded to assemble the largest pita I've ever seen. It is a testament to their amazing abilities to work with the pita bread that it was able to fit in one single pita, and the wonderful cheese medley they granted me at my request was oozing out of the edges as it was double-wrapped in paper, and then in plastic, lest the pita begin spewing steaming hot steak and onions at innocent bystanders anywhere within a twenty foot radius. I rushed home to eat it, and it was amazing. In fact, I couldn't finish it.
I don't remember the names of the two guys and the girl (with bright hair) working on July 6th, in the year of Our Lord 2009, but I'm certainly glad they were. They made my dining experience fun, they went above and beyond their duties in chopping up an (outside!!!) onion for my pita, and they did indeed, hook it up phat. A pleasure ... all around.
Whoever runs the pita pit, take care of those three kids. These are good people, and put Subway Sandwich Artists to shame. Word.
The only possible downside is the stomachache I incurred the next morning from eating a whole red onion and probably three thousand calories worth of cow and pig products. Meh, w/e. read more
