Who knows why an April breeze never remains?
Why stars in the trees hide when it rains?
Love comes along, casting a spell
Will it sing you a song?
Will it say a farewell? Who can tell?

Could the great lyricist Johnny Mercer have had pizza in mind when he matched these lines about love’s uncertainties to a Hoagy Carmichael melody?  The fatalism in the song How Little We Know reflects my own doubts ever since I fell madly in love, almost nine hours ago, with the pizza at Pizza East, a two-day-old restaurant in the Tea Building (56 Shoreditch High Street, London – see map. Tel 020 7729 1888). [Read more...]