It's a PIZZA HUT! They make pizza here. It is delicious. It is (not actually) a hut.
Coming from the deep south in the States, Pizza Hut brings up a strange mixture of feelings: mild embarrassment being the first and indigestion being the last. Upon entering most Pizza Huts you will be greeted with something that resembles a post-war restaurant that was forgotten in a bunker mid-'80s. The food, while edible, is so greasy you could swim in it--this is not a meal you will sit back afterward with a satisfied smile. This is the sort of food that will have you doing a furtive walk of shame out the door after.
I've known since entering the UK that American pizza chains are a horse of a different color. But Pizza Hut? Psht, no way even the UK could set PIZZA HUT to rights!
Behold my surprise when hubs and I decided to take the plunge and have a quick pizza one night. We were greeted by a whole host of pleasant young lads and lasses, the place was brightly lit and clean as a whistle, and we in no short order had requested our veggie pizza and were reaping the fruits of labor from the salad bar (I forgot how much I love salad bars, yessss). We then got a chance to fiddle with the soda machine, which allows you to mix and match and even add spurts of flavor--another thing I forgot I enjoyed, where they're a dime a dozen back home.
But dat pizza tho. IT WAS DELICIOUS. Perfect levels of crispy but soft crust with goat's cheese and vegetable toppings--needless to say we devoured every bite, no questions asked, and left happy customers. Extra bonus: the price! Psht, y'all know pizza hut be cheap as chips.
So go forth my fellow Edinburghers. Go forth and eat delicious pizza and do not be ashamed, for it is good. read more