Of Pizza and Pebbles

Our trip to Zizzi's today was preceded by a short, sharp shower of rain. Laney panicked that she would not be able to straighten her hair in time, only to poke me on the shoulder on the corner of her accommodation building as I fought most ungracefully with what can only be described as a mangled umbrella. Sod's law states that of course it should rain drastically on the day we decide to do something that involves going outside.

By the time we actually found the place (I had terrible visions of us turning the corner at Fenwicks, and getting completely lost), it wasn't actually open. Luckily, the nice waitress lady let us in anyway and we ordered drinks (thankfully not water).

Discussion fell to Laney's recent trip to the Somme, which you can read about here; we soon found humour in our personal fail powers. Returning home from France, Laney's coach broke down half an hour away from town, a seemingly recurring event. This brought a smile to my face, as I also have extremely bad luck on motorways, once getting stuck for three hours on what should have been a twenty minute journey.

Hmmm...Laney has the power to stop coaches. I have the power to stop the motorway...What is this; Captain Planet?

Anyway, most of the reason we were in Zizzi's was because of the coupon my dad got for me; i.e it is not the kind of restaurant I would otherwise have heard of. The reason for this became very clear as soon as I sat down and ordered drinks. The glasses our drinks came in were ice cold, and the waitress bringing the drink filled it from the glass in front of us. (the fact that i'm impressed by this shows just how primitive i am).

It was a very oddly decorated place, pretty, but odd. Behind my chair there were a number of pebbles, which if anything, were reminiscent of a feng shui - strange to see in an Italian restaurant.




The strange decoration didn't end at the tables, it also extended to the bathrooms. On our way out we had difficulty finding them because of the odd signs on the doors.



It took us a good fifteen seconds to figure out from the sign on the men's toilets - the same, but upside down - that it's actually a W for woman. But seriously, in what way does that make you think 'toilet'?

At the back of the restaurant there's a giant firey oven, where the chefs stone bake your pizza. It's directly out in the open and if you're seated close enough you can watch your food cooking (wanted a pic of this, but neither of us dared get close enough - which is a shame because it really was enthralling - I've never seen anything like that before).

On the subject of the food we devoured mercilessly? Well worth the effort ^^