The news this week that Pizza Express faces closure as it sinks yet further into the financial mire with debts of £665m has been met with genuine grief in the UK. Those of us that are sad that Pizza Express may soon disappear are so because Pizza Express isn’t just a clean place to sit where someone will bring you mid-priced carbohydrate, alcohol and ice cream later if you’ve been good: it’s a British institution. It’s a well of memories. It is so instilled in my husband’s consciousness, for example, that he once had an entire dream about going into a Pizza Express, ordering a pizza, eating it, then paying and leaving.
Like those other high street stalwarts Boots and WH Smith, there are no nasty…
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