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
I had Domino's when I was in Mexico. Since American food is so prevalent there, it was your standard American fare - only so so so so much better because all the ingredients were, I assume, fresh. Or so much better because it was the first time I had any sort of food that was like home.
ReplyDeleteIt was so strange to make that familiar transaction with the pizza boy - we were in the historic part of town, so I felt like I was disrupting the fabric of history by ordering a pizza in the middle of the 1800s.