Pizza Hut Express

For a little less than a fiver you get a 6″ pizza (4 types to choose from), some fries, and a drink. Actually not a bad deal considering you spend so much more at the proper pizza restaurants. I found the portions just fine as I find the deep-​pan pizzas quite filling. But my little margherita just didn’t taste as good. I know it’s a franchise and should taste the same everywhere but the cheese congealed quite quickly and the whole thing was cold in a second.
The food court is a bit depressing like others have said, but I am happy to see Spud-​u-​Like and a noodle place there. Good variety of fast-​food chains.

It’s not often, or ever, I find myself in the Food court. Perhaps to brave the toilet facilities or when I have a silly craving for KFC.
I’m reminded once again why I don’t come here via Pizza Hut Express, the take away version of Pizza Hut. For £2.79 I got a bagel sized vegetable supreme poor excuse for a pizza. The little big pizza? Extremely little indeed. Should have gone to McDonalds.

Located in the pit of doom and woe that is The Arndale Foodcourt, Pizza Hut Express, not a mixture of Pizza Hut and the superior Pizza Express but just a small version of Pizza Hut, is one of the main contributors to the food, grease and rubbish that line the floors of this foodcourt.
Here you queue for ages amid the grease, buy a small version of a Pizza Hut pizza for less money that a large one would be, eat it, feel greasy but not full, and then leave, wash your face 100 times, and then still develop acne.
Basically its not my favourite. Did you guess that? Oh.
Having said that, if you really want to eat at The Arndale Foodcourt (pit of doom, misery, depression, melancholia, ennui, woe and disrepair) then its probably one of your better options. Oh, that or eating your own hand like Count Ugolino in Dante’s Divine Comedy.

Oh man alive. Why did I do this to myself more than twice.
Well, I was a student. And sometimes your hunger and light wallet envelop your sense of decency. This Pizza Hut kiosk is nothing if not convenient, as it sells miniature pizzas that make you feel slightly less guilty about eating there. But really, the Arndale Food Court is one of the most depressing places in the world to eat.
By all means, choose the Bagel Nashes, Bella Italias, Nandoses and Subways that actually reside within the groups of shops on the shopping floors, but the Food Court, rather than evoking lovely images of American movies about bored mall rats, instead means you’re seated within the same vicinity of KFC and a bunch of né’er-do-well types that consider this clinical and desolate area the height of romance. *Shudders.*
Seriously, if you want your individual pizza get it to go. You won’t want to be hanging round there long.
Oh my GOSH, I’ve just found out that a branch of Wing’s has opened up there. Now this I’ve gotta see. Watch this space…