A few weekends ago, after a rather wet and windy Nordic Walk up Corstorphine Hill, (part of my new keep-fit regime), Mrs Bite of Bite Magazine and I refuelled at Cold Town House in the Grassmarket. We’d suffered a bout of FOMO, having been missed off the original launch-party list,…
I can’t remember when I first had pizza. I do remember that the first time I went to a restaurant without a parent, it was pizza I went for. (I was eleven. I can’t remember who I was with – most likely a friend. It was just before I moved…
It was one of those evenings: we weren’t going to do anything and we most certainly wasn’t going to stay out and eat. But after a pint in Mad Hatter we didn’t really feel like going home to cook either. I suggested pizza and we decided to have a look…
Yes, I put everything I could think of – apart from olives, because that would be overkill – on my pizza. Christopher showed more restraint.
I’m exaggerating. It takes more than 90 seconds from start to finish to order and prepare the pizza, but the cooking process only takes a minute and a half. I think it took us five minutes from setting foot in the restaurant to sitting down, pizzas in hand.
What? Let me start from the beginning.
