So, when Charlotte suggested we meet up in Brixton, I jumped at the chance to try it out. I say try out, but I have eaten there before. Sadly on the day in question I had the joint second worst hangover of my life (I rate my hangovers as carefully as my pizzas) and I could have been served up a stuffed crust from Pizza Hut and appreciated in no less.
And so we headed over to the Village Market - to find it locked up. Apparently Monday is not Pizza day in South London.
Undeterred, we Googled "Brixton" and "pizza" - and found one dodgy take-away listed. That was when I remembered - the Ritzy cinema did pizza, and I seemed to recall it wasn't bad.
I have to say, I do enjoy hanging out at the Ritzy. Not only does it show a pretty cool selection of movies, but the cafe and bar are great places to chill with a pint or grab a bite to eat. But I didn't want to chill. I was on a mission.
It turned out the pizza menu was pretty short, and only one of them had mozzarella on it - the classic margherita. I went up to the bar to order, and was impressed not only by the price (£7,50!) but also to hear that the mozzarella was of the buffalo variety. In fact I was so impressed I decided to let them off failing to have a wood-fired oven and stone baking their grub instead.
Sadly, what arrived was a little on the disappointing side. The pizza reminded me in taste and appearance of those mini ones my mum used to buy from Iceland - , hardly any tomato sauce, way to many herbs, chewy, and not a bit of fresh mozzarella in sight. Oh. Dear.
I like to think that the other pizzas on offer may have been better - but I know that L would NOT be impressed. And, quite honestly, next time I go to the Ritzy, I'll stick with popcorn.
4/10. And that's being generous...