Pizza Express have just introduced Pizzas with holes in the middle. It’s a thrilling time for pizza lovers everywhere – and I know I’m a pizza lover, because Pizza Hut keep sending me these.
When you or I first see one of these Leggera pizzas, we think one of these two things:
1) I wonder what they do with the bits in the middle? Like polos, and records! I wonder what they do with all the middles of all these things?
Stupid question. They’re made into little skull caps, and worn by a Jewish man. On hot days these “jew-dough” caps react with the natural oils and sweat of the beautiful Jewish scalp to create a delicious Bruschetta. The wearer can then eat it directly off his own head, or allow it to slide onto a chopping board and present it to someone he is intending to marry.
2) How does this affect my overall ratio of crust to topping?
This, on the other hand, is a good question, and requires the use of scientific words to properly answer. The Leggera pizza effectively creates a new CrustZone. This innovative inner crustmantle leads to a significant increase in crust:topping ratio. Say the diameter of the inner hoop (or “Neocrust”) is just one third of that of the entire pizza’s traditional, and backwards compatible Legacy Crust – that’s still a 33% crust increase, or “incrust”, in the crust circumference, or “circumfcrust”. I also did a few doodles about surface area but it just looked like a Pokéball and I’m not sure the numbers I wrote on it were right.
Anyway, the worry is that this is the first step towards a hypothetical fractal crust, which will have an infinitely long crust, eliminating not only pepperoni, but all toppings, both real and imaginary. And forever.
These are the concerns of us, the mundane. But other people are more spectacular and worthy than we (are). These people, after a good meal, write a letter of enthusiastic congratulations to the holding group, or venture capital company who ultimately owns the franchised outlet they visited. And sometimes – just sometimes – that restaurant prints out their letters in a promotional pamphlet.
It’s been a while since I wrote for a publication with the circulation and demographic reach of Pizza Express’s in-house promotional pamphlets, so I’ve written them a few letters myself.
Dear Gondola Holdings,
My retarded son has great difficulty saying the phrase “let’s get a pizza”. I, however, believe in the value of clear communication, and will not respond to any demands that are not properly pronounced. So, thank you for your “Leggera” range of pizzas, which are phonetically similar enough to my son’s semi-coherent burbling that he has had his first meal in three months. Sadly, he was infuriated by the absence of a middle, and has since had to be put down.
Yours sincerely,
Judith Chivers
Dear Cinven,
I’m a long-term fan of your leveraged buyouts and Italian cuisine. Until recently, I thought I was completely happy with your range of pizzas and international healthcare portfolio. However, it wasn’t until you “imagin-reated” the Leggera range of pizzas that I realised that I have NEVER been happy. In fact, last evening’s meal threw my entire life so far into shocking relief: 36 years consuming the “dead calories” of pizza middles! I intend to live the rest of my life the Leggera way – in fact, doubly so, that my life might average out to be, on balance, Leggera. PS I never wrote to say at the time, but congratulations on your 2007 buyout of Gondola Holdings. Those guys were cunts.
Yours sincerely,
Alison Harper
Dear Pizza Express,
My friend and I have differing interpretations of the phrase “The Italians certainly know how to enjoy life“. My friend thinks that you’re trying to imply that they fill their spare hours with productive hobbies. However, I’m convinced you’re saying “they’ll dry hump anything that’s concave”. Could you settle our argument?
Yours puzzlingly,
Horus Patterson
Live Leggera, folks
Jon Blyth
The centres of polos are rolled in dust and made into Ushankas for Hassidic borrowers.
I didn’t realise there was a designated role of “borrower”, beyond that kids book (which, let’s not fuck about, was basically theft). Is that borrow as in “can you borrow me 20p for go on Sinistar”, or is borrowing seriously a job/thing
It’s like begging, except for posh people. Like madness becomes eccentricity and systemic class abuse becomes an institutionalised political system.
On hot days these “jew-dough” caps react with the natural oils and sweat of the beautiful Jewish scalp to create a delicious Bruschetta.
Properly known as ‘Jewschetta’, they are best harvested using a low-flying hot air ballon.
Whenever someone says “focaccia” I think “why I oughta”
Debt is better than dealth
hahahaha I haven’t read something this funny in a long time – utter genius!
Wow, congratulations Pizza Express: not since thousands of years ago when the very first dog had the idea of doing a shit out of its arse has anyone had an idea quite so dogshit. Unless the recession has driven Pizza Express to employ an army of midgets as kitchen staff, who they pay with leggera middles or, as they call them, “pizzas”…
PS why do I have some gay shit of a snowflake next to my comment? Please replace that shit with something way more hard like a tank or a borstal child sticking two fingers up. Or Megatron.
Be content, Robbo. I got a chancre.