So I thought I'd try the need-it-now food trend that is sourdough pizza. I don't buy in to such hype normally, but my friend was dying to eat here, so we gave Franco Manca in Brixton a go.
There was a queue when we arrived, but we got a table (sharing with a couple) within five minutes.
Our set up was no different to anyone else's though; every diner - save for two tables that seated two - was sharing their space with others, so obviously, we didn't complain.
This particular venue is aptly - housed in Brixton Market, East Side. It fits with the speedy gentrification of this part of the South East.
Admittedly it doesn't sit well with me that there's a pizza restaurant. We're not in Italy, and sadly Franco Manca doesn't bring it to the city. Especially when one pizza, priced at £7.00 a pop, leaves you hungry.
Looking at the menu (while we queued), I couldn't help but think how easy it would be to buy all of the ingredients needed and you'd have a plethora of pizza-essentials left over for months to come. Alas my friend wanted to dine here, and I wanted dinner.
I don't usually seek out the hotly-tipped venues, preferring to follow my nose. That said, I ate all of my half of pizza. Half a thin pizza isn't filling when you're peckish, even when you don't have much of an appetite it barely touches the sides.