I ordered a petite pita, also known as a pitata, with steak, mushrooms, red onions, green pepper, and cucumber for $10.50. The steak and mushrooms were cooked together on a hot plate. Together the hot and raw ingredients held hands and danced a merry jig all around my mouth. What I'm saying is that everything about that pitata was absolutely delicious. The taste remained in my mouth all afternoon.
Mary ordered something with chicken in it. It was her very first meal at Pita Pit. Fascinating to watch a franchise veteran approach her virgin pita. She studied it. "I like the wrapping," she announced. Pita Pit do a simple paper wrap inside a napkin. Subway, she thought, overdid the packaging. She chowed down happily, but had reservations about the "difficult ending". She's right. The pita kind of crumbles and collapses near the end. In sum, she liked it a lot, although wondered about the price. Subway do a similar meal cheaper, she said.
Our learned, serious analysis of all things pita no doubt had Steve Mason's ears burning. I got talking to the owner-operator of the Lincoln Rd store after Mary left. We shook hands. "Steve," he said. "Steve," I said. "Oh, I know who you are," he said.
We had a long talk. He's a westie of Huapai, 42 years old, someone who values hard work and community spirit. He was fervent about the land of opportunity. "The first time I came out to Lincoln Rd," he said, sounding like Brigham Young leading the historic expedition of Mormons to Utah in 1847, "I knew that this is where I wanted to be."
The church of pita on Lincoln Rd is clean, bright, cheerful. It's got a kid's corner with a TV (Despicable Me 2 was playing on Wednesday) and crayons. Shame about the menu and the posters of knobs from The Block, but I loved that pitata.
Rating: 8.5/10.
•All views expressed are the author's.