Dimitris Pizza (not) Setting out for dinner one night in Sydney recently the Motel manager confirmed with me that the Pizza shop across the road was very good indeed. The pizza shop seemed quite busy when I walked passed earlier in the evening. Perhaps it would have been best to eat earlier because by the time I went back, there were people everywhere eating and ordering pizza.
There must have been sixty people crammed into small rooms out back and in the front shop area of the pizza place. The young guy took my order and seemed very confident and skilled at his job. He did not write orders down and preferred to remember pizzas and clients. I think that is a very personal approach to customers. This guy was cool and he seemed to take the constant stream of making pizzas in his stride. I presumed his confident and stress less approach to making good pizzas was a part of his popularity in this inner Sydney suburb.
After waiting for some time in the take away chairs I took a note of the people before and after me to get some sense about when my dinner would be ready. I noticed how young Dimitris the pizza man, occasionally looked up with a smile as he scanned the faces waiting for their pizzas. I presumed he was determining the next order which was "ready to go".
By the time I stood up and claimed my pizza he quickly grabbed the pizza already in a box, situated in a warming hood above the single pizza oven. He knowingly said "this is yours".
Looking forward to eating a great Sydney Pizza I headed back to my room only to discover;
Burnt Offerings
Before eating the Pizza I considered walking it back across the road and presenting young Dimittris with this priceless flaw of a Pizza. In his seemingly seamless pizza world I wondered whether he singled me out in amongst his regular clients as a "burnt pizza fall guy". Admittedly I did look somewhat different to the other patrons in the shop. Perhaps I was not local enough looking compared to the hoards of young punters and one drunken dishevelled street guy sitting at a table?
At least young Dimitri's may have made a sound business decision, by using his intuition and picking me to give the burnt pizza to. I would be back in Perth the next day and Demetri's reputation would be in tact with no loss time or materials. So I ate the $11 dollar burnt pizza without any recourse except for now perhaps. As I put it on the blog record so to speak. Dimitris has a seamless stress less style of cool apparently. I guess if you get a burnt pizza its cool to be cool about it. Or at least that is the philosophy of Dimitris. Perhaps I have been initiated into the Dimitris Pizzas club and can claim that status next time I am in Darlinghurst.
Kenoath
8 comments:
Perhaps Kenoath, he thought you might need the ash in the burnt base to balance and absorb toxins in your stomach and digestive tract. OR perhaps he just forgot it and burned the pizza and grinned that 'I think I got away with it' grin he probably grins alot. He won't you know? Get away with it. What goes around comes around.
Speaking of coming around and going around, have you ever cheated anyone like that?
roses
roses
Not that I can remember Roses (if you are looking for an answer); Perhaps 30 years ago I did treat someone like that however that karma has been well and truly paid.
I was hungry enough to eat the burnt pizza Roses. Have you ever been so hungry for something you accepted a less than thing?
k
I tend to agree with you. Perhaps you did not alike "the" customer who would put the guy's or the company's business in trouble.
As I have stated on my blog, there is this program on the radio here in San Diego. I am amazed by the number of men who get busted. "war of the Roses," is a part of weekdays morning show. Curious enough, I almost listen to, or catch up with it every day. It is unbelievable how many men continue to get busted although the program has a history on the air by now!!!
people are strange; I can tell you.
best,
Maryam.
Yep, it happens. It's like burnt toast or something like that. I'm just sorry that you remember it and it was one of the last things you did while you were there.
AND
You did something like that to someone 30 years ago? Wow! I mess up heaps more than you then. 30 years ago?! You must be a saint!
Have a lovely weekend Saint Kenoath... Roses
Well, there is the "burnt Chop Syndrome" in TA Roses. That is where the wife gives hubby and kids the good chops and she accepts her less than fate by placing the burnt chops on her plate. Everyone's interest comes before hers sort of thing.
Saint Kenoath! I like that Roses, it does have a nice ring to it.
k
Nope - i don't suffer from that one K. My hubby likes over cooked things like slightly burned toast or cripy burned lamb cutlets. I don't like carcoal at all. Except for drawing - and then its messy.
I wonder why she would do that. I'd get something else together and throw the burned sacrifices to the puppies who would think it was christmas or something!
You were hungry - and you did well under the circumstances.
Good for you the charcoal is my young apprentice!
roses
sounds like an interesting show that one Maryam.
kenoath
charcoal is helpful in other ways according to anothe blog Roses. Maybe I earned a few carbon credits eating that pizza
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