My trip to Pizza Hut

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This is a true story about my birthday meal.

Submitted: January 20, 2014

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Pizza Hut Review

“Let’s go to Pizza Hut”

These were the words of simpleminded me on the 20th of December 2013.My Birthday.

Me and my family decided we would dine at a local Pizza Hut in our small sea-side town, Brighton.

To kick things off, when I first walked in, I was greeted by the foreseeable sound of children screeching-reminded me of metal on a chalk board- accompanied by the melody of Nicki Minaj (or whatever load of crap has managed to invade the charts).

Trying my best not to show my middle finger to the little shits, we asked for “a table for 4”. But what did we get?

A table for 2 with 4 chairs around it (typical).

When I finally managed to get my free salad (which I somehow doubt has any quality or is at all Fairtrade) I had to eat like a sardine, wedged between a wall and my squalid breathed dad.

At this point I would like to be able to tell you the pizza was nice.

But that would be a myth.

Over-topped, soggy and doughy, I managed to force it down. (Waste not want not).

Before I left, I needed to use the gentlemen’s lavatory.

I peed to the blissful sound of an extractor fan. And if that’s not enough, the sink, as well as being far too low, was an inconvenient shape. Water splashed on me and managed to get my trousers wet.

If one things for sure it’s that I won’t be going back to pizza hut anytime soon. 


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