Pizza.
It’s actually rather boring, isn’t it? And all attempts to make it more interesting actually render it worse.
Fùck pizza. Fúck it in its tracheotomy-induced neckhole.
Nah. When it’s good it’s perfectly OK. That’s it.
It’s no saveloy, battered sausage and chips.
All these claims of ‘the best pizza in London’ or whatever irritate me immensely. IT’S NOT HARD.
And don’t get me started on burgers. There’s a foodstuff that has massively outgrown its actual worth.