I went back to Pizza East for the third time last night – pizza is something one never tires of. It may just be me, or the fact that I’d had a few when I got there, but this place just seems to get better and better. I was feeling creative so I ordered a margarita with all my favourite toppings – blue cheese, olives, Parma ham etc. And of course a few more beers. My friend is insistent upon some Atkins diet rubbish, which means that he’s not aloud any carbs – I know! Men dieting! What will they have next – ballet classes? This meant he had antipasti – lamb meatballs in a tomato sauce, some pork ribs and some deep fried artichokes with mayo. Reassuring to know that all were as good as the pizzas. We both went for salted chocolate caramel tart for desert – yes, greedy drunkards are us and he technically broke his no carb rule. Idiot. So nice to know that there’s a place like this that is reliable and not too pricey where you can wander in drunk at 9.35pm and get a great meal walking distance form your home. Go.