Review: Mayfair Pizza
My first experience of pizza was a deep Chicago ‘pie’ that went straight from the freezer to the oven. After a tantalising 20 minute wait, out it came, all bready base and rubbery defrosted cheese. My six-year-old taste buds loved it.
Fast forward two decades and I am at the opposite end of the pizza spectrum. Tucked away behind Bond Street lies the Mayfair Pizza Co., which is as sleek as the name suggests. Situated on an upstairs level of the foodie haven that is Lancashire Court (Mews of Mayfair is also there), it is all tall windows, high ceilings, and eclectically elegant décor. It doesn’t feel especially Italian, but it does feel rather plush.
The food is not as expensive as the ‘Mayfair’ tag implies, though. Our first bite, the tomato and basil bread, rings in at £4 and was more or less the size of a pizza. The starter serving of meatballs was sizeable and delicious too, with three juicy, rounded pork patties doused in a rich tomato sauce.
While my six-year-old self loved the stodginess of American style pizza, my adult taste buds have come to prefer the lighter, thinner, more authentic Italian-style version. The offering at Mayfair Pizza hits the nail on the head, with a base which is not too thick, yet still satisfyingly chewy. The toppings are plentiful too, and the waitress did not balk when we specifically requested lots of cheese. We also opted for a salad (in a half-hearted nod to healthiness), sampling the surf & turf brochette out of the six types available. The ingredients were fresh, but it lacked a real depth and range of flavour. It was devoured nonetheless.
A lighter main was a very good decision, as it turned out. Dessert pizzas are all the rage at the moment, and Mayfair Pizza is setting the standard. Their Nutella calzone is every child’s (or inner child’s) dream: delicately sweetened dough encases swarthes of Nutella and melted marshmallows, all topped off by lashings of chocolate sauce. My dining partner swiftly abandoned his trio of sorbets (meagre by comparison) to delve into this dessert. There is a time and a place for rationing the sweet stuff: Mayfair Pizza is absolutely not one of those.
Diners can descend into the cocktail bar downstairs (another feature of Lancashire Court) for a post-dinner tipple. Sipping a martini, still gloriously full from the pudding calzone, I reflected I have come very far from rubbery defrosted cheese indeed.
www.mayfairpizzaco.com
Fast forward two decades and I am at the opposite end of the pizza spectrum. Tucked away behind Bond Street lies the Mayfair Pizza Co., which is as sleek as the name suggests. Situated on an upstairs level of the foodie haven that is Lancashire Court (Mews of Mayfair is also there), it is all tall windows, high ceilings, and eclectically elegant décor. It doesn’t feel especially Italian, but it does feel rather plush.
The food is not as expensive as the ‘Mayfair’ tag implies, though. Our first bite, the tomato and basil bread, rings in at £4 and was more or less the size of a pizza. The starter serving of meatballs was sizeable and delicious too, with three juicy, rounded pork patties doused in a rich tomato sauce.
While my six-year-old self loved the stodginess of American style pizza, my adult taste buds have come to prefer the lighter, thinner, more authentic Italian-style version. The offering at Mayfair Pizza hits the nail on the head, with a base which is not too thick, yet still satisfyingly chewy. The toppings are plentiful too, and the waitress did not balk when we specifically requested lots of cheese. We also opted for a salad (in a half-hearted nod to healthiness), sampling the surf & turf brochette out of the six types available. The ingredients were fresh, but it lacked a real depth and range of flavour. It was devoured nonetheless.
A lighter main was a very good decision, as it turned out. Dessert pizzas are all the rage at the moment, and Mayfair Pizza is setting the standard. Their Nutella calzone is every child’s (or inner child’s) dream: delicately sweetened dough encases swarthes of Nutella and melted marshmallows, all topped off by lashings of chocolate sauce. My dining partner swiftly abandoned his trio of sorbets (meagre by comparison) to delve into this dessert. There is a time and a place for rationing the sweet stuff: Mayfair Pizza is absolutely not one of those.
Diners can descend into the cocktail bar downstairs (another feature of Lancashire Court) for a post-dinner tipple. Sipping a martini, still gloriously full from the pudding calzone, I reflected I have come very far from rubbery defrosted cheese indeed.
www.mayfairpizzaco.com