It’s a Friday night in Lahore. You’re finally home after the usual madness—traffic, noise, that sudden downpour that wasn’t in the forecast. You kick off your shoes, flop onto the sofa, and your stomach suddenly reminds you: hey, it’s been hours since lunch.

You’re hanging out with friends, scrolling aimlessly, everyone’s hungry but no one wants to move. Then someone says it: “Let’s order from that pizza shop we trust.”