Your humble correspondent is somebody who tries to have their finger on the pulse, but I must confess that I've been not partaken in enough of the the street food phenomenon of the past 12-18 months.
Yes I’ve queued greedily at Daddy Donkey a few times, but I’ve not made it to Eat Street or the Dalston one. Shock horror but I never got to Pitt Cue on the South Bank either. Lucky Chip? Might as well be Essex…
But I do apply myself to the happenings of W1 with aplomb!
A Soho meeting was therefore a great excuse to check out Pizza Pilgrims, two brothers (who might be called Frodo and Sam) drove around Italy swotting up on pizza making before setting up said van with a massive (gas-fired) oven in the back on Berwick Street.
The irreverence and cheekiness of #MeatEasy and Pitt Cue is not found here. This is the most earnest and good-natured of City fugitive stories, and the guys are very friendly and approachable, as are the plummy serving girls they’ve roped in, probably on ‘exeat’.
But on to the pizzas themselves, rather than analysis of people I met for 30 seconds. I went for a margherita (£5) which was fantastic.
Rather 80s looking cubes on buffalo mozzarella melted into hot, creamy, salty pools of gooey, oozing, moist….is there any innuendo free way of writing this? Suffice to say, the cheese was damn good.
The tomato sauce was sweet and full-bodied, and the dough was a spot-on Neapolitan rendition. One tiny personal preference for me is a slightly more charred crust, probably all of ten seconds extra in the oven.
Ideal size for a weekday lunch too, and perfectly priced. With no Franco Manca in W1 and Spaccanapoli (RIP) a victim of Crossrail, those Hobbity pizza slingers have Soho to themselves and a very big foodie future, no doubt.
Food – 9/10
Drink – 6/10
Service - 8/10
Value – 9/10
Tap water tales – 0/10