What makes a place “your local”? What is it that turns a restaurant from just another joint up your alley, to THE place you somehow always end up eating at?
Well, I’m not sure. Heck, most people would just call their corner kebab shop their “local”. All I know is, for me, living in the Finsbury Park area (until my landlord goes crazy or something, which could happen any minute), there’s one and only local place: Pizzeria Pappagone.
Pass it by any night. It is always hustling and bustling. Packed to the rim, and with enviable character (I’m pretty sure all the staff is italian, and they sure know their stuff), it’s more than just a restaurant. It’s an Italian experience.
My last visit was on a Monday, and yes, it was full. But thankfully, that made no difference in the quality of their pizzas. Going for the Quattro Stagioni, I “stuffa my face” (their words, not mine) with mozzarella, ham, spicy salamy, some shrooms and olives. As good as it was, trust me: it doesn’t matter which pizza you order. They are all good. They are all massive. They all feel traditionally Italian.
Why haven’t I written about this place before then? Because I always forgot to take pictures. That’s just how good these pizza pies are.
Slimy? They do put a lot of mozza. And that is just the way I like my pizzas
Satisfying? If you’re not satisfied and happy after one of these pizzas, then there’s something wrong with you