L Rizzy's Adventures: Pizza Hut Revisited

Blogangstas:

A few posts ago I alluded to a visit to the local pizzeria called Pizza Hut during our first week in the 'zig. As a matter of fact, I didn't allude. I outright called the joint out for what it was: an impostor. Looked like Pizza Hut, smelled like Pizza Hut, tasted like German Hut. So over the last several months we have tried several pizza shops around town and the results were overwhelmingly poor. The grocery stores here have at least several freezers full of frozen grease wheel but predictably these creations pale in comparison to Pizza Plus, Belleria, or Rubino's (L Mama insists I also mention Wedgewood which is frankly overrated). With this all in mind, and 'za on the brains of our our bellies, we reluctantly went back down to the main station to re-evaluate the local Pizza Hut.

Needless to say, we arrived with low expectations. But, this time we found that the restaurant was not overflowing with people, and the server did not step back in fear when she saw us arrive. Perhaps this was due to the fact that this time we did not have "unstable at best" printed in bold and italic all over our faces. In perfect visitor german I requested an English menu to which our hostess replied, "Yeah we have those." Really? Would have been nice to know that 7 months ago. Granted, I didn't ask for it in German, but I was speaking ENGLISH. The joke's on us.

So we proceeded to order some garlic bread, a beer and Sprite (NO Fanta), and a large pan "special" pizza which by the description looks like a supreme. Well, it wasn't. It was special, but not in a great way. More in an average way. But what was great was the beer, the garlic bread, and the area we were seated in. It was more or less our own room, with books, toys, and balloons. L Rizzy, clad in full on O State garb, had a ball on the floor playing and finding food. When we finished out meal we decided to order a molten cookie dough which was essentially a boat shaped dish filled with mostly cooked cookie dough, chocolate syrup, and vanilla ice cream. We. Friggin. Buried. It. All the while, L Rizzy played with a weird looking red chicken thing and found a biscuit to nibble on. Before you go calling child services, I'll have you know that their jurisdiction ends at the border. Also, I inspected it and found it to be marginally edible and partially filthy. If nothing else, it will help his immune system.

Overall, did it erase our sour Pizza Hut memory? No, this visit did not. Was it a better experience? Couldn't be worse than before. Did it give us super bad belly aches and wicked hot sting ring? Absolutely. The only one who didn't suffer this trip to Pizza Hut was the Rizzy- probably because his immune system is so good.