Dough!
I'm doing a culinary experiment whilst sitting in for George Lamb on 6 Music this week. My plan is to eat at the Pizza Express at the foot of Broadcasting House in Central London on all four nights and each night have a different salad. (I realise it's not the most exciting experiment ever conducted, but you have to make your own entertainment when you're a late-nite DJ.) Last night I ate a Chicken Caesar. Very tasty. Tonight I had a Nostrana, which is even better: it's got grated beetroot, green beans, potatos, avocado and an egg in it. Tomorrow I may have a Pollo or the Nicoise. It's going well. One comment I will make about the otherwise very nice Pizza Express is that whatever you have, even the non-pizza-based dishes, they give you dough anyway. They'll find some way of sneaking it onto your plate, in the form of sticks or balls, or else they'll convince you with their mind-control powers to get garlic bread which you know will fill you up, and is like five dough sticks stuck back together under another name. It's almost as if they like making pizzas so much they can't stop themselves sliding great tinfuls of it into that oven and as a result they've always got some left over. It's nice and everything, and you can, of course, specify that you don't want the sticks or balls, but you forget, don't you, and you end up eating a pizza anyway.
posted by Andrew Collins @ 9:55 PM
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Ahh!!!
I'm off with a pal to a recording of a Radio 4 quiz - meeting out side the BBC building at 6.45pm perhaps I'll stare in through the window of the pizza place.
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It's a very noble intention, but what if you don't fancy a salad? Will you force yourself anyway? And is it *only* salad or is the salad a starter?
Also, 'Nostrana' sounds like the devil's salad - which, if it has beetroot in it, it most surely is.
What is the experiment seeking to prove? Which is the best salad? Or are you trying to ascertain whether or not a man can overdose on salad?
I knew a fellow who ate salad every day at work and soon enough his ears turned into lettuces, so beware.
It's a conspiracy to block up the BBC chod bins with dough-based 'matter'
The salad is the main course. Just enough to fill me up before a long stint on the radio. I always fancy a salad, if it's freshly prepared. The experiment is to see which of four salads I like the best, and to see if four in four days will put me off them for life. (If the place wasn't so handy for Broadcasting House I probably wouldn't be doing it.)
I see. Well if your nose starts resembling a cherry tomato, pull out swiftly, that's my advice. Like I said, a pal of mine pulled a green-leaf OD a few years back. It's not pretty.
I'm afraid I'm a Pizza Express Garlic Dough balls addict. The main course, for me, is never as good.
PIZZA Express. The clue is in the name.
Nostrana's the best, I think. It's like a salad your mum used to make; new potatoes, beetroot, egg, cold chicken and bread. Hurrah!
Quite often though, they sidle up to the table to inform you that there's no avocado/egg/beans etc.
Experiment aborted. I ate a posh burger tonight instead (and not in Pizza Express, clearly).
Ah.
I'd like to say 'I told you so'.
But I clearly didn't and am clearly not in possession of the facts.
how did that prat lamb get coes job.
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