and stepped out of my bus here in EET around 10.55 p.m. the pizza place across the street closes at 11 and I didn't think to order by phone in advance.

So now I'm making do with the contents of my fridge: eggs, salted butter (we don't usually buy salted butter. but it's a really good butter so I'm happy), condensed milk, there should be jam in the cellar.

Hunger averted. Fried eggs, yum.

ETA: THE TICKING OF THE CLOCKS IS DRIVING ME MAD! WHY SO MANY CLOCKS IN THIS PLACE?