I'm in sunny Pollokshields with my beloved and, after a stress-free journey there yesterday afternoon, I decided we should have pizza for tea, because we'd both been very good and deserved a treat. A new pizzaria called Pizzahub (see what they did there) has a sign on the front saying 'Opening Soon', but not soon enough for us, sadly. So, we went to a multi-cultural venue round the corner, which offers kebabs and pizzas along with its curry selection.
So, I asked what toppings they offered and the man behind the counter said they had a, um, chicken tikka pizza and, er, a minced lamb pizza, and, um, that's it.
'Don't you do anything like a Hawaiian? Y'know, ham and pineapple?'
The man shook his head and looked at me blankly.
Chowing down on the chicken tikka pizza back at the flat 15 minutes later, I asked my other half why they don't do any normal pizzas.
'Well, y'know - ham's not hallal.'
No wonder the man looked at me blankly. Epic cultural fail!
Children of Time, by Adrian Tchaikovsky
6 days ago
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