I Don’t Give a Damn If It’s A National Chain

Since arriving in New Zealand in August, I haven’t eaten out much… trying to save money and, quite frankly, a little frightened by the plethora of meat pie shops, I’ve been mostly cooking for myself.

A couple days ago, however, wooed by their menu/concept, I got myself some pizza from HELL.

Hell is a national chain in New Zealand that does actually great takeout pizza for a reasonable price, all of it cloaked in deeply amusing fire and brimstone and cheesy (ahem) schtick. Example: one of their desserts is called Terrormisu (howl) and they’ve got pizzas named after the seven deadly sins.

You can visit their infernally difficult-to-read (at least on my hobbit laptop) website or you can take it from me: when in New Zealand, order the Mordor (actual menu item… how cool is that??). I did (I had to, of course, but told them to skip the pepperoni, which I detest). It was delish, with a good doughy but not grossly flabby crust, good amount of toppings (chicken, bacon, red peppers, BBQ sauce) and overall devilishly tasty experience.

I went back to try the Limbo… blue cheese and caramalized onions with mushrooms, tomatoes and garlic. Damn good.