I presented my ticket at the counter where i ordered beer and pizza - to be delivered to me in the bioscope itself. Once inside, i find myself seated on a cosy car seat, i only really discovered this when looking for a holder to put my beer in and to find a seat belt buckle. Then the pizza came, on my lap and the documentary started. At first a bit odd to have a plated pizza on my lap - i mean, sheesh! Wafts of pizza aroma trekking through the bioscope... But then it occurred, "hey! Pizza, beer, and viewing pleasure!" I was looking for my seat-belt out of habit... Being buckled in has conditioned me to a feeling of safety. And to qualm the selfish feeling of My pizza, My own! I nudged the las beside me and asked if she wanted a slice? She kindly refused - maybe i should have asked her without a slop of pizza hanging out my mouth. Oh, and the dokkie was cool.
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