Harkening back to my university days, I had a craving for a late night pita, post drinking. A quick detour on my bike up Spadina and along College brought me to Pita Pit, though not one I've ever been to. (I went to Ryerson so frequented the Gerrard St Pita Pit)
The purveyor of pitas was a friendly, innocent looking girl, however it quickly became apparent that she knew nothing of the pita business. I don't blame her however as this is an obvious lack of training by management.
I got my classic choice of a Chick Crave pita: grilled chicken and ham with melted swiss. I also got sauteed mushrooms and onions which makes for a delicious combo. Unfortunately however I had to instruct on the whole sauteing process, and asking for the swiss to be melted over the chicken was completely out of the question.
Nonetheless, this combo of ingredients should provide a tasty snack once rolled into one delicious bread based receptacle. Unfortunately putting the ingredients into the pita seemed beyond the ability of this poor woman and it ended up completely broken apart. I biked home and had to eat it with a fork and knife. I will say though that, aside from the superfluous iceberg lettuce, most bites tasted delicious. It just takes the fun out of a late night hankering when it has to be shoveled in piece by piece with a fork.
I may just have to bike back to Ryerson some night to finally satisfy my craving that still remains.