The salad that just takes the pizz(a)

Ok.

I'm not the biggest fan of salads, though I am not completely against the idea of eating leafy things every now and again.

But this is just ridiculous!
The thing is, it's not even a salad. It's meant to be a pizza - which you can just about make out, if you can divert your eyes from the major forestry of rocket happening on the top.

I went for lunch with friends at Prezzo (a chain italian restaurant in the UK). It was one of those Sundays where you're a bit tired and weary, but in great need of some carby grub. The waiter service of the Prezzo in Chi is usually pretty slow which we didn't really care about at first as we weren't exactly in a rush, and just wanted to relax and chat.

By the time the waiter came over to take our order though, I realised that I still hadn't got round to picking what I wanted. But rather than shooing him away, for fear of him not returning for a long while, I told everyone else to go ahead and order first, with me ordering last.

Of course, by this point, I was feeling so hungry that I just couldn't really take in what was on the menu and when the waiter got to me, I panicked and just blindly picked something - a prawn and salmon pizza. Mm, yes, good.

Forgive my confusion then, when this chopping board of greenery approached. Eh, that's my pizza?

As you can see, my pizza was literally covered in rocket. Now I am partial to a bit of rocket saladry, but surely this wasn't really the intended portion?

Not wanting to be deterred from the meal, I transferred the forest into a bowl (which then got shared out as a bonus side salad for my friends), found the actual pizza underneath and cut a slice to eat.

That's when the heat kicked in. Hm, odd, I thought, I don't remember seeing spice on the menu…

As I continued to eat, my tongue started to sting and protest even more. I put down my fork and inspected the pizza - and sure enough, there were crushed chilli, right there in the saucy base of the pizza.

This would be ok of course, if I could handle spice. But I can't. Not at all. So unfortunately, this meant that I ended up leaving about three-quarters of my meal, because it was just too spicy. Damn my low spice tolerance!

Later, when I got home, I looked up the pizza description on the restaurant menu again out of curiosity:

King prawns and oak-roasted salmon, red onion, broccoli, cherry tomatoes, crushed chillies, béchamel sauce, pesto and mozzarella. Finished with lemon dressed rocket

Chillies? Check. Rocket forest? If that's what they mean by 'finished with', then yes, that really finished that pizza right off.

But anyhow, yes, it was all there in black and white. Clearly, I didn't even make it past the first comma! Moral of the story? Read the damn menu properly next time, Hungry Jenny!