I have been to Pita Pit's from Ottawa-Kingston and have seen the good, bad and ugly. Whilst pursuing my academic dreams the Pita may well have been the only source of vegetable I consumed. I'm talking of the toppings for those that think I may be losing it and that I actually may be suggesting that a pita in itself could qualify as a vegetable source.
All joking aside I have been more than impressed with the quality and service at the Adelaide location, because as those of you who eat or have eaten a lot at PP know all locations are not created equal. In fact I find it hard to think of a franchise that embraces such disparity across locations to a greater degree then PP. However I have always felt that the Adelaide locale is home. It was the first PP I frequented after awkward nights out in the club district, and I knew that if all else failed I had my double chicken pita with extra mayo and hot peppers to seek solace in. It was during these formative years that I came to truly love the pita and embrace all that it was and is. it was one drunken revelation I had that would forever seal my attachment to the beautiful pita, and I remember it clearly. I was sitting on the sidewalk in front of PP when it suddenly hit me. I was getting everything I needed in a meal from this pita. It gave me sustenance and strength and it tasted incredible. I couldn't believe that I had missed this observation previously and at that moment decided to blurt out my undying love for all things pita. It was also this moment that I'm sure I will undoubtedly be sharing with a psychiatrist in the not so distant future.
I should note that the Adelaide PP is super generous with toppings, specifically cheese. I have been to many a PP that will not give me both cheddar and feta. Here this has never been a problem. When I asked gingerly if this could be accommodated before I was in the know I was almost laughed at, and watched in awe as the generous pita man loaded me up with both.