Am I hallucinating, or is this place crawling with monsters? The whole place is alive. You have to be careful not to let the cupboard eat the ham off your pizza. It's been known to happen. A group of elderly ladies are arguing about whether they are sitting opposite a nose or a green breast, but as the argument threatens to escalate, the waiter rushes over and presses the pink foot pedal. Suddenly, the shop is silent. The four rows of metal teeth gently slide apart and with a practised hand movement, he snatches three steaming pizzas from the double-mouthed monster.
Courageous, courageous.
