Undergrad Nostalgia.
Way back in the day, the Pita Pit used to be the after-bar stop for those McMaster students fortunate enough to live on the west side of campus (the aptly-named Westdale neighbourhood). I stopped into the U of T location that I can only imagine serves the same purpose for a new generation of drunken twenty-somethings one metropolis over.
I wasn't sure what to expect walking in for stop ten on my birthday bender at about five on a Saturday afternoon, but I was hungry and there it was. Had the Chicken Caesar pita; the chicken was grilled fresh and the toppings were cool and crisp. I was well-served by the lone pita-man, but then I was the only one in there, so he was hardly as overwhelmed as I remember the Hamilton location being at 3:30AM.
My one regret is my flavour selection. This is a delicious, garlicky pita, but it bites back for hours. I'm pretty sure my friends didn't appreciate Caesar's return later in the evening when the effervescence of my beer blended with what had not yet been digested to deliver a unique form of aromatherapy every time I burped.