After spending Friday and Saturday night out late we opted for a quiet Sunday stroll.
A quiet stroll, but a critical mission indeed. We had some intelligence that told us the whereabouts of the 'best pizza in London'. We have been told that before so we were sceptical, at best.
In order to distract us so as not to get too sucked into this pizza promise, we took pictures of our walk.
You don't see a storefront covered in wool everyday. After a rain it must smell.
We didn't talk about it but we took more pictures of the streets of London than usual. I'm sure it has to do with nostalgia and the leave date at the end of the month.
In Trafalgar Square they have chased the pigeons out. I wondered where they had gone to, but I think we found them on our walk.
After about an hours walk we found our pizza place. 'Franco Manca, best pizza in London', Jerry James.
The brick oven was promising.
Jennie's hopeful ... letting her guard down.
She's sure to be disappointed again with a mediocre London pizza pie.
But wait, this looks actually appetizing.
And it was! Franco Manca pizza vaults to the top of the London pizza charts. Two plus years after our arrival we find the best pizza in London.
(If we were to rank it against our hometown pizza in Newburyport, however, it would come in 4th.)
Back home after a satisfying conclusion to the great London pizza search.
2 comments:
I'm so happy that you found a good pizza! It looks delicious and ranking fourth in Newburyport isn't too bad. I suspect you'll go back soon.
What would Mary Poppins say about the absence of birds in Trafalgar Square? That just seems wrong that they are all gone.
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