The Thousands

If your media exposure was limited to billboards and cardboard boxes, you might believe that the pizza was invented in Australia by a swagman, or stolen from a wallaby. Since you’re reading this however, two key findings can be presented; (a) it’s not, and (b) your want for sensual gratification occasionally transcends mere economics.

The “Lettuce sandwiches for a week” style of spendthrift-ery is a cornerstone of modern finance, but there are times when purse strings can be loosened. (The system used when selecting a pizza outlet is the same one applied when choosing a hooker.) Enter Grotto Pizza-teca.

EVERYONE makes pizza, but not everyone makes good pizza. Luckily Grotto does both. Whether it’s the Caesar-inspired signature or something that may appear more at home on a Gouger Street bill of fare (BBQ pork and corn? On a pizza? For serious? Like prawns wrapped in chicken), the toppings are ever-fresh, well-placed (no dead spots) and the bases are crispy frisbees of deliciousness. There’s something in the sauce that makes you go for one last slice and not regret it. Oh, and speaking of regrets, you can get a 10 percent discount coupon by visiting their website. No purse regret!