This post explores the curious case of the missing sausage.
Those legends at Domino’s Pizza furnished Freeloader HQ with a voucher for their spectacular new hot dog stuffed crust pizza.
The pizza arrived quickly, in under 25 minutes, and as I salivated at the prospect I rushed indoors to open it and gaze upon its magnificence.
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| My hot dog-free pizza |
Hungry one eve last month I called my local Domino’s, placed my order for a large meaty hot dog stuffed crust, and awaited delivery.
Alas, all was not well, it took me a couple of bites to real
ise what was wrong.
Then it hit me like a freight train – where was the hot dog?!
Yes, dear readers, there was no tasty German sausage nestled within the rim of my, admittedly already meat-engorged, repast.
“Where is my sausage?” I bellowed, alone in my kitchen, as salty tears welled in my incredulous eyes.
Needless to say I was unimpressed.
But it is always darkest before the dawn, and salvation lay in the delivery driver’s haste to furnish another hungry diner with a Domino’s delight.
For he had forgotten to collect my gift voucher.
And, let’s face it, I had been sent the
So, this month I picked up the phone again, and placed my order again.
What followed was an agonising, but again thankfully short, wait.
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| Domino's epic hot dog stuffed crust pizza |
A knock at the door, a helmeted driver large flat square box in hand, it was de ja vu all over again.
I handed over the voucher… there was now no going back.
I opened the box, and relief washed over me like an awesome wave.
There, inside the crust lay my elusive sausage
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And ketchup.
And mustard.
It was literally a huge hotdog around the entire circumference of my pizza, a Frankenstein’s monster of culinary genius.
Even Heston Blumenthal would struggle with this kind of culinary alchemy.
It tasted delicious and was worth the wait.
I’d heartily recommend it.
Roll on Domino’s next experiment.
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