Pizza Hut

We were pleasantly surprised to be informed of the presence of a real Pizza Hut in this wonderful city of Vnsi. Our new friends (from America, but have lived here 8 years) offered to take Randy to get groceries and such. We also discussed the possibility of going to Pizza Hut with them sometime this week. 


It was Friday afternoon, just after the staff meeting, during which we had met the staff and talked to the Father together. We had not yet made arrangements for our meals, except that we would eat lunch at theWidow's home. We had no plan for dinner, and it was too late to ask to eat at the Widow's Home that evening, so we said, "can we go to Pizza Hut tonight?" After much discussion, it was decided, and off we went.


Wait! This is India. First, Randy had to go get groceries, while the rest of us chilled at the Widow's Home for a bit. We looked at the cards and jewelry in the gift shop, and bought some cinnamon rolls for breakfast. Then we walked to the home of our new American friends, where we were meeting Randy, and dropping off our groceries for now. Then we went to Pizza Hut.

Just kidding, us girls needed to use the bathroom first. We were delighted to see a western toilet (as opposed to a squaty), toilet paper and a trash can (rather than water to wash one's hand after whipping). Of course they had a sink and soap too. It was so wonderful! While we were there, we got a small tour of the house and chatted unnecessarily long, but India is a relationship oriented culture, rather than task oriented.

Then we all went to Pizza Hut. Our American friends drove their car, if I closed my eyes and ignored the honking, it was almost as if I were visiting my family in Pennsylvania.

The pizza tasted just like Pizza Hut in America, although the chicken was most definitely cooked with Indian seasonings. The perfect combo of two worlds :)