So you’re in Brixton. There’s enough food options to satisfy even the hungriest of them all. No need to improvise. But where’s the fun in that?
Even for something as simple as pizza, sometimes to get to the good stuff it’s worth going a bit further. And that’s how I ended up on a sunny Brixton Sunday, taking a bus out of Brixton and into Streatham. Zone 3. Or as I’ve called it before: The Wasteland.
And there it was, Bravi Ragazzi, a small and cute little pizzeria that had been on my radar for ages. But why go so far for just a pizza? Well, my fellow reader, this isn’t “just a pizza”. First of all, their pizzas are huge. Second, the dough will appear in all your subsequent pizza dreams (I have a pizza dream three times a week. Like clockwork). And third, this Boscaiola pizza, with tomato, mozzarella, mushrooms and ham was so extraordinary, that I’ve just sent an email to the manager to see if I can quit my job and open another branch of Bravi closer to my house in the north.
Until then, I guess I’ll have to keep going south. At least I’ll know it will be worth it…
Slimy? Thin crust, gooey cheese, much slime
Satisfying? Can a small pizzeria ever be bad? Yes it can. This one isn’t. This one rocks.