Eating in H-E-Double Hockey Sticks

With the sweet smell of home-baked pizza in the air, we reminisce about the New Zealand pizza enjoyed on our honeymoon two weeks ago.

Sometimes we wonder what foreigners think of us when we ask, "Where is the best pizza around?" They are probably thinking something along the lines of (insert degrading adjective here) Americans. But when you have Friday pizza as a religion, you still have to ask the question. The question was answered with a few delicious sounding suggestions. After breakfasting (eating "brekky") at Halo, the only possible selection we could make for dinner was Hell.

Intriguing to say the least, the promotional materials were full of flames and demons. However, the cashier, who seemed to be the owner, was welcoming and friendly. We settled on Brimstone.

Brimstone: Avocado, onions, salsa, tomatoes, cajun chicken, and sour cream

It's tough to decide on a gourmet pizza selection when you crave salty, greasy pepperoni by Friday of each week. We understand it's good to branch out and try new things, however. And really, we value artistry in food. So, while the pizza from Hell wasn't what we were expecting, we thoroughly enjoyed it: two thumbs up. Wish we had this kind of Hell in the U S and A.

Pizza is out of the oven and it's time to mangia mangia. It's not gourmet like Hell, but it does the trick, keeps some money in the bank and us from packing on the pounds. Mmmmmmmmmmm.

Where is the Pizza Hut?

The words of our uncle, while driving the streets of Mumbai, January 2010.

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go, Friday is pizza night. This is because S was raised in a family where Friday pizza was like religion. K enjoyed it on special occasions like soccer parties and after swim meets. When we met in college, pizza bonded us (among other things, of course), and we enjoyed weeks of 5-5-5 deals from Dominos. Now married, we carry on the family tradition of pizza on Fridays and have carried it across the globe.

Determined that there was a Pizza Hut in the area, Uncle rolled his window down to ask passerbys in his Indian accent, "Where is the Pizza Hut?!" Even those who looked like they would know stared blankly. Convinced the Pizza Hut must have moved (rather than reaching the obvious conclusion that it never existed), fate brought us to a Dominos. When we looked up at the menu, salivating at the idea of greasy American food, we found items such as "Mexican Green Wave" and "Peppy Paneer".

Mexican Green Wave: A pizza loaded with crunchy onions, crispy capsicum, juicy tomatoes and jalapenos with a liberal sprinkling of exotic Mexican herbs.

Peppy Paneer: Chunky paneer with crisp capsicum and spicy red pepper--quite a mouthful

These along with Margherita pizza (South Asian style, of course), all on a thin crust base, formed our Friday night family feast in Mumbai, India. Enjoyed by all and with a spicy taste in our mouths, we began dreaming up our pizza blog currently on your screen, immortalizing the words of Uncle: "Where is the Pizza Hut?!"

Check back for updates on our Friday Pizza adventures, beginning soon with recounts of the last three weeks of Friday pizza including more tales of pizza eating abroad!

Dominos India: http://www.dominos.co.in/index.jsp