So you know, you just wander around a small bit of London and the history and stories of the town never cease to take you by surprise. I know Seven Dials quite well, but not as well as I thought. I mean, how come I had never actually wandered into Neals Yard and Monty Python’s old gaff? Well with a bit of time to spare before a hair appointment, we popped in for some lunch.
The sun was shining, the crowd was mingling and the smell of freshly cooked pizza was just that bit too much to resist. It was ages until dinner, in any event.
Homeslice Pizza was buzzing, the place was rammed, queues were out the door, the woodfired oven was on full and the pizza smelled divine. Homeslice is rooted in streetfood, starting as precisely that (as so many do now, and it’s fab) and now has 3 permanent sites in Covent Garden, Fitzrovia and Shoreditch, so not a chain and I think it shows in the sheer quality of the pizza. Do something simply and do it well.
And they are huge….
FWH and myself chose the same, with spicy salami (yes, yes, on some things we do agree) – you can go for a slice, the one pizza with two different toppings on each half or the full thing. With the freshest dough, the base was perfection and the heat of that oven gave the perfect finish to the toppings. Passing this way, you could do a lot worse than this pizza, as clearly lots of people have discovered.