The man who ate Lincoln Rd is all good with gluten. It gets such bad press but it brings enormous joy to millions of people every day. It writes the songs that make the whole world sing. It's bigger than Jesus.
Lincoln Rd, that empire of gluttony, is built on gluten, as well as fat, sugar, oil, and chicken; gluten is its foundation, its boiler room, its happy place. And so it was that I had a smile on my dial on Wednesday when I whistled up a full load of gluten at Hell Pizza and the newest food joint on the street, Brumby's Bakery.
Hell Pizza! God that used to be an exciting place. The theme was a lot of fun, with its endless variations on sin and that, and the pizzas tasted different than other pizzas. They tasted like someone really wanted to make the best pizza in New Zealand.
The franchise celebrated its 20th anniversary this year and there are 64 stores throughout New Zealand. The endless variations are now merely one of the lower orders of wit: puns. There's only so much you can do with a narrow branding idea and a few lame promotions are inevitable. While I was chowing down at the Lincoln Rd premises, staff put up new posters advertising lamb's brains pizza - it's a Halloween thing. Zombies. Whatever.