Chocolate Pizza at Bimbo's

So, it's a Saturday night and we're hungry. Sure, we're on Brunswick Street but that doesn't necessarily mean that we have to go to Red Tongue. Nor does it mean that we have to go to Bungalow 8 or 8 Bungalow or whatever the hell it's called. So Huw makes the decision - we go to Bimbo's. He must like the name.
After asking a couple girls on the street why they're wearing crates on their heads, we go inside - it's relatively quiet and there are couples and small groups eating food off plates. That's a good sign.
"Where should we sit?" All of the four-seater booths are occupied
"I don't know. Over there?"
"Ok."
We sit at a rickety table with four chairs around it. On the table are two sticky menus. One side of the menu has a list of beverages for sale and the other side has a list of food - almost all of them are types of pizza.
For several minutes we examine the pizzas on offer at this fine culinary establishment and comment, "Oh, that looks good," or, "That's looks interesting!"
NO. They are not good and they are not interesting! Why? Because at the bottom of the list are four Dessert-fucking-Pizzas! THAT is good! THAT is interesting!
I don't care what type of fancy fucking cheese you put on a pizza or how far away the salami came from or how special the fucking sauce is! If you put CHOCOLATE or BANANA or APPLE or MIXED BERRIES on a fucking PIZZA, then THAT is INTERESTING!

So, I ordered the calabrese pizza and the chocolate pizza.

The calabreze was good, a bit thin but reasonable for the price. The dessert pizzas were cheaper but also smaller. And chocolate on pizza, while it sounds rather stupid, actually works. It's not like someone's just gotten a regular pizza with cheese and ham and mushrooms and capsicum or whatever and then whacked on some chocolate. It's a proper dessert pizza with chocolate and marscopone. For comparison's sake, it's like having pancakes with chocolate sauce.

Chocolate Pizza at Bimbo's - two forks up!