For a Good Time, Call The Pita Pit

I was recently made aware of the existence of The Pita Pit by a couple of Oregonian friends of mine, That’s What She Said and The Lovely Miss Q. We had gotten together for a Sunday afternoon stitch and bitch and needed some food delivered fast. “How about The Pita Pit?” Suggested the Oregonians. “We used to order from them all the time back in Eugene.” Apparently they deliver their pitas on a bike. A bike! How quaint! A quick perusal of the menu revealed The Pita Pit to have a layout similar to a sub shop. You take a pita, you choose from an extensive list of toppings, ie: meat, veggies, cheese, condiments. Pretty straightforward. While cheap, fast, and convenient, I believe that what really sets The Pita Pit apart are their hilarious stoner employees. A call made to inquire about their delivery options met with this response: “Um, well, yeah…I guess we deliver, but he’s on a bike so you have to live close by.” It was established that I live somewhere within a 20 block radius, but the stoner balked. “Oh, you mean way on the other side of the freeway?” (Four blocks on the other side, but who’s counting.) “Well, um…yeah, that might work…ok, let’s give it a try. It’ll probably work.” Fearing for the fate of our food, we decided to put our stitching and bitching on hold and go pick it up ourselves.

Once inside we were met by the same stoner that took our call. He went to ring us up but needed to take the delivery charge off of our bill first. “Um…wait. What’s $20.77 minus $2.50? Um…sorry, I just woke up and I really can’t do math right now.” It was about 6:00 at night. Having worked in customer service quite a bit myself, I have near infinite patience for people in the food service industry. It’s not as easy as it looks, folks. I helped him out with the math, and he promptly wandered off to help some new arrivals at the other end of the counter, leaving our money and ticket sitting by the register. He wandered back a bit later, and That’s What She Said and The Lovely Miss Q requested some sodas. As he was handing TWSS her cup, he suddenly and somewhat awkwardly said, “No, you’re not paying for this soda. Go ahead and have it”. Uncomfortable pause. Handing TLMQ her cup, “No–no, you’re not paying either”. It didn’t seem like he was trying to be nice per se–one got the sense that he didn’t want to be bothered with adding the soda charge to our bill. When I jokingly asked if I could have a free drink as well, my request went ignored. Of all the nerve.

Back at home, having been rung up at last by another employee who came over to bail out his incompetent coworker, we dug in. The pitas themselves were pretty good. I had the chicken breast with feta, several veggies, honey mustard, and ranch dressing. The chicken seemed a little…reconstituted, perhaps. Not as bad as a McNugget, but noticeable nonetheless. It was tasty, but in a fast food kind of way. Still, there were plenty of toppings and they didn’t skimp on the condiments. TLMQ was crestfallen that they had run out of hot sauce, which, to hear her tell it, attains almost magical levels of deliciousness when mixed with tzatziki. This disappointment aside, we all agreed that the pitas hit the spot. I would go there again the next time I’m craving something sandwich-y. I’ll just keep my expectations low regarding service.

The Pita Pit: pitas on a bike and hilarious stoners. How can you go wrong?