Last week I attempted to make delicious potato pancakes with apple sauce. I say "attempted" because I somehow got a bit excited and managed to end up with a thick potato goo that wouldn't cook because it was like a cement mix that stuck to the pan and spoon. Although I would never suggest I was the best cook in the world, I do pride myself on being pretty good (and more to the point hate failing at anything!), so naturally the unfortunate result of said potato pancakes did not fare well with me (especially as I had put so much time and effort into them).

While the apple sauce was lovely, I wasn't foolish enough to think it would serve as a meal on its own (though I thought about it) and thus ended up with the dilemma of what do for dinner. I had lost all spirit to prepare another meal and the truth is, when traumatic events happen - you are completely and utterly allowed to break all diets and budgets and get takeaway.

With that decision made I quickly ran to my Macleay's Pizza brochure and made my order.

Macleay's is famous amongst the locals as being the best pizza in town - but not for the reasons one would think. The taste itself is very good but I wouldn't say it is the most spectacular taste in the world (in fact my pizzas are far more delicious)... their success is all in the smell.

Situated on Macleay Street in Potts Point, anyone that first caught a glimpse of the place would not be impressed. It's a pretty ugly, basic and tiny eating place that has even got a spelling mistake on one of their signs. Yet as soon as you walk past, you are pulled to a stop and immediately caught by the incredible and overpowering aroma of fresh doe and hot pizza.

It is near impossible to keep walking without craving their pizza and even once you are back in the safety of your own home and have not walked past Macleay's for weeks...you still can't stop thinking about their pizza. In fact I would go so far as to say that they have purposely hypnotised (perhaps by using fans to project the evil smell onto the street) the local public.

So there I was eating an evil Macleay's pizza post potato pancake disaster. The event itself was blurry (due to the poisonous effects of the pizza fumes no doubt) so I can't tell you if it was satisfying, tasty or even if it was better than my potato pancakes ever could have been.

What I will say though...is that I'm not entirely convinced that Macleay's had nothing to do with the failure of my pancakes...and furthermore, I would not be at all surprised if they were part of some grand master scheme to rule the world…or at least increase the popularity of takeaway food.