The Puy Guy Strikes Again
By: Ross Yearbury
Be a champ, buy someone a pie. You’d be well on the way to being on my Christmas list if you bought me a pie. As the age old saying goes, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”.
Now, whilst I realise beggars can’t be choosers, should you buy someone a pie from The Fridge in Kingsland, they probably won’t appreciate just how much of the hard earned folding stuff you forked out on them.
Lesson learnt…again, you don’t always get what you pay for, and I’ll tell you why.
The Fridge is more of a deli rather than a bakery, and there are many other tasty looking items to tempt you. The pie warmer is conveniently located right next to the door, with pies displayed in paper doofers.
Have you ever picked up a plastic bag with liquid in it? Well, imagine…the plastic bag is nice, not too flakey pastry, and the liquid is well-cooked, nice cuts of meat and decent cheese. Now you just paid seven fifty for that.
Man, it was a mission to eat without having it all over my lap. It was a large pie and quite weighty, and the meat was cut in long strips, which tended to pull out of the pie when you wanted just a bite. It was all I could do to manage rather than eat the thing, as I sure didn’t want the tasty - but oily - gravy squirting out the back and ruining my day.
I’m still batting away the moths that came out of my wallet. Seven dollars and fifty cents, holy moly, I’ve never paid that much for a pie in my life. For that price, it should have been a pleasure to eat. It was not.
So, if you’re going to get all trendy and “pay it forward”, you’d be better to wander down the road two minutes to the Baker’s Cottage. With that sort of competition so close, that is a poor showing in anybody’s book.
Three out of five for The Fridge.