You only have to talk to me for 2 minutes before learning that I love pizza. More specifically Sodo Pizza, a tiny little place at the top of my road in Clapton where the sourdough-base pizzas are simply my definition of perfect. Wine is served in beakers, the burrata is some of the best I've had, and the fact that it only seats about 20 people who are all crammed in like sardines makes my affection even stronger.
But last night I cheated on my beloved Sodo and went to Yard Sale Pizza — a newer pizza house at the other end of Clapton, which, as the neighbourhood's only other craft pizzeria is definitely Sodo's competition. I don't feel bad in saying it was utterly delicious.
Besides two tables and benches, it's little more than a takeaway shop. Chefs flurry around in the open kitchen shoving pies in and out of the large stone pizza oven and the waitress on the till is overrun with takeaway orders (this place is well set up for those and does delivery too). We manage to blag a table and with a bottle of wine and some giant Gordal olives, enjoy watching hungry punters flit in and out.
Our pizzas arrived quickly. I went for the 12" TSB (£9), a classic margarita with a generous scattering of tenderstem broccoli, Manchego and pine nuts. Delicious it was, the base as thin as Sodo's but toppings definitely heavier with extra extra stringy Fior Di Latte mozzarella. Here, you don't get cutlery. Instead, you pile it into your mouth by the slice, as fast as you can before the weight of the topping tips the whole thing on your lap. I manage to eat all but one slice which I do consider saving for a delicious breakfast before Ed gobbles it up — that's after his whole Truffle Shuffle (wild mushrooms, truffle oil, rocket and ricotta).
We forwent the dessert offering of ice cream, instead finishing our bottle of wine and heading round the corner to The Bonneville for a fine pisco sour.
Sodo, I'll always love you but forgive me if I cheat on you a few more times.
Yard Sale Pizza, 105 Lower Clapton Road, London E5 0NP.