So, you thought bills was special? You ain't seen nothing yet.
Late, late, late on Saturday night, I ate the best pie ever. It was from some dingy all-night deli, it was lukewarm, and it was the best thing I've ever eaten.
Let me explain.
On the night of the Mardi Gras parade, the city of Sydney goes nuts. Going from your hotel to the parade, to the parties, and back to your hotel again becomes a military obstacle course - you have to dodge huge crowds, drunk and disorderly party goers, rude cab drivers, and not to mention the roadblocks which make navigating Sydney's already difficult streets virtually impossible.
I finally arrived back at my hotel room at about 2:30am, starving and exhausted, with aching feet and ringing ears. I sat down, and messaged my dear friend An, who was still out.
"Hey An, I'm back at the hotel. Could you do me a huge favour and buy me some hot food on your way home? Preferably pizza/chips, but anything's ok. And no rush at all! See you soon."
When he came back, he brought a pie from the only servo that was still open.
I inhaled it in about 10 seconds flat, and it was the best thing ever.
pie in packet