When the mooon hits your eye...

Yesterday we had a pizza from the pizza oven that Christopher and Alaine Dunne have built in their garden. They built it themselves, out of stuff. It burns wood chips and cooks the pizza you have handcrafted.

I was skeptical about it at first, but not anymore, that was genuinely the best pizza I've ever had. And we had it with old friends, drinking beer and watching football. I honestly don't know if life gets much better than that.

But this is not a story about that pizza, this is a story about another pizza all together...


Josh and I went to France on our honeymoon. We drove from Bordeaux to Castillones and on the way there we drove past this:



We talked about it a lot while we were honeymooning. And on our way back to Bordeaux, at 7.30AM, we stopped to have a closer look.

They had the sort of flavours you'd have doubts about in a decent pizza place, there were flavours that don't even exist. The Norwegian, for example, was topped with smoked salmon and potatoes, they all had at least three types of meat on and most had some sort of fish top too.

It was at this point that we probably should have taken stock of the situation. We are in the south of France, just outside a beautiful village where it's breakfast time, the patisseries are open and selling all kinds of wonderful, it's not even 8.00 am, we're in hangover town, it is not, I repeat NOT fish pizza o'clock. Or is it?

The only one that wasn't utterly disgusting was the 4 Cheeses, Josh stuck in a tenner and this happened:



In 3 minutes from now, we're going to see our first ever 4 cheese machine baked pizza pie. 3 minutes. It must be a super nuker in there.










This was emphatically NOT the best pizza I've ever had. Plus it's not cool to eat hot pizza before 8am, especially when you're in the south of France and there's a beautiful patisserie right there.

Still, pizza box, interesting experience.