Pizza?

My fellow apprentice-friends and I spent our afternoon off exploring Hyde Park and enjoying a picnic in the grass today. We then ventured over to Picadilly Circus, where we lazed in Starbucks for a couple of hours and read (so nice!). Then the best part came, the part I had been looking forward to all day!! PIZZA!! And not just any kind of pizza, but real American pizza- cheesy, tomatoey goodness ontop of steaming, soft crust, or so we had hoped. Enter "Scotch Steak Houses" restaurant, the name itself should have said something, as we walked inside to be greeted by the same Celine Dion song "Asian style" being played over and over again, in a definite Chinese restaurant atmosphere. But the sign outside said "Pizza Pizza Pasta", so sat down we did, right by the window. Toph, Megan, and I looked over the menu and didn't see pizza, so we thought we had entered the wrong place. We awkwardly got up to leave, but the server brought us a lamanated piece of paper with pizzas on it, so we sat back down. We ordered two presumably medium-sized pizzas, but when they served them, they were the size of a dinner plate. I looked down at my Hawaiian pizza, and noticed that there was no cheese on it. It looked like frozen pizza crust topped with some stuff, but no cheese. I asked the waitress, who informed me that cheese wasn't on the list of toppings in the menu. "Oh, I just assumed that cheese came on pizza. Where we're from, we have cheese on pizza." We left the place as quickly as possible, having eaten a couple of bites and not being too keen on it. It was probably one of the weirdest pizzas I'd ever had. Upon leaving the Scotish/Asian/Italian/American/Pick a culture restaurant, we turned the corner on the street to see a large Pizza Hut sitting right smack dab infront of us. "Don't look!" Megan said to me. But I did, and the people inside were eating soft, warm, gooey pizza, with LOTS of cheese ontop. Next time, next time.