Ducks and Beavers have only one thing in common= Their distinct love for late night Pita Pit (well, maybe their hatred for John Canzano). Across multiple college town locations, Pita Pit has grown an army of chicken-infused pita followers. Whether you order a fantastic Caesar or the custom made “Liberal Pita”* it all achieves the same end goal… hangover-preventer-extraordinaire-sustenance. If you haven’t had the chance to read any of the other things about Portland that suck, I enjoy a late night snack to reach my fave 3,000 calories-per-day target. Not going to lie, it’s a pretty awesome diet.
But I digress. Let’s hit the hard facts about the downtown Pita Pit. This isn’t your daytime go-to-spot for lunchies. If you work downtown, your more apt to visit Thai/Mexican food cart guy, and why wouldn’t you? $4 for a delicious, coma-inducing burrito is a much better solution for food addiction. Why stand in line for some horrific pita that will make your stomach churn? This is the epitome of why Pita pit downtown sucks so hard.
Every single freakin’ time I’ve eatin’ here, late night or not, I get sick. I’m not talking about serious food disorders, but more of the TERRIBLE side-ache reaction. It’s just plain disgusting how awful downtown Pita Pit is. I’m sure corporate headquarters in Coeur d’ Alene, Idaho MUST hate this location. It’s operated by a bunch of resin-brained, black-lunged-stoners who make McDonald’s employees a model for productivity. But all of us “in-state-graduaters” feel compelled to still eat here because of our incestuous loyalty for P.P. from college days. This pit is no buddy from college. The downtown Pita Pit is more like that girl from Lane Community College that you took home from your buddy’s party. She, like the downtown Pita Pit, made you “sick” later.
By the way, it’s national “Use-Hyphens-Day”.
*In the Eugene pita pit, I heard someone order a “Liberal Pita”. Ingredients: “Slather on some abortion with a side of gay marriage”. I really wish I was kidding.