Here’s something you may or may not expect to read from me. My last meal on this earth would look like this – pizza, a burger and a Krispy Kreme doughnut. Not all together in one dish, as that would be disgusting, but rather as appetizer, main course and dessert. Hey, I’m dying at this point, right? So calories really don’t count. Ah ha! I mention this so that you will know that when I say I’m a serious pizza lover, you’ll understand just how much I mean when I make that statement. I say it with passion, passion for pizza. When I lived in Florence, Italy for a year, I ate a pizza nearly every day, all 365 days. Yeah, it’s oh so wrong and mostly to blame for this pesky cellulite that just won’t budge, but I wouldn’t take any of it back. All these memories of fabulous, authentic, Italian pizza came flooding back to me as I sat down to try Pizza Pilgrims in Covent Garden last week. I was transported and led to have indecent thoughts of making pizza a daily mainstay in my diet. I dreamt of making excuses for having to eat at Pizza Pilgrims, for health reasons. I have an iron deficiency and, well, I need a lot of tomatoes and cheese for a lack of calcium as well. It’s the only cure.
Sadly, life doesn’t work like that. If you have a vitamin deficiency, no doctor I know of is going to send you to Pizza Pilgrims. But you know what, I’m PhDing it up and saying that Pizza Pilgrims is the cure. It’s the cure for the mundane. It’s the cure for those who lack motivation while seeking out a decent meal in the, sometimes, rather boring corridor of Covent Garden. Pass by Pret, carry on past Carluccio’s and step into a pilgrimage for great pizza. Let Pizza Pilgrims seduce you with their rather simple decor. Laugh as you look at cardboard cut outs of Elvis and James Dean eating pizza pies. Then cry when you take your first bite out of Italy. Yes, eating at Pizza Pilgrims will make you think you are sitting in Napoli, enjoying your first slice of a local margarita. Don’t worry, you’ll be brought back to London as the car horns outside blow and sirens wail. But, for that brief moment in time, when cheese and tomato melt in your mouth, you’ll be taken away from it all. And that, dear reader, makes all the difference in whether or not a restaurant is to be recommended. Yes, Pizza Pilgrims is a place I’d say is worth the trek to get there, as I’m sure most of you don’t live in Covent Garden.
Service is made with a smile, pizzas arrive piping hot and ready for consumption and the atmosphere is neither intimidating nor conducive to long hours in situ. This isn’t fast food, but it also isn’t sophisticated dining. It’s come in, enjoy and be on your merry way. Come to think of it, that’s the way more restaurants should be.
Pizza Pilgrims… go. That’s all.
23 Garrick Street
Closest Tube: Leicester Square
Fashion Foie Gras was a guest of Pizza Pilgrims.