The Momentum of the Pita Pit.
Passenger Seat View - 2 May 2025 There are few food experiences as satisfying as building your own meal. Standing at a food counter, and informing a disinterested teenager what vegetables you want on your sub, on your burrito, on your salad, or in this case, on your pita. My love affair with the Pita Pit began in the land that owns my heart — New Zealand. At the time, there was no Pita Pit where I lived in Matamata, but I was a regular customer in Rotorua and Tauranga and Hamilton whenever my friends would drive through these places with my butt planted in their passenger seats. My reverence for this restaurant was always a mystery to my companions. But there are very few chain restaurants with any decent gluten free modifications, and what beyond reheated falafel could be so greasy while still feeling healthy? I digress. The only Minnesota location is in Mankato, several hours out of town. So upon my return home to the US, I resigned myself to the belief that I would...
