Crust In Time

In yet another foodless escapade in the pad, mixed in with the growing laziness I feel in these winter months, a few friends and I chose to order pizza. Trying somewhere new from the myriad options — some with temptingly terrible names — is always a gambit. I don’t want to exaggerate with some crap simile, like «leap of faith», since that is much too grandiose for what is essentially «risking» a bad bit of bread and tomato sauce with cheese. Even calling it a «risk» really is being silly.
But I was hungry and consider myself a foodie and I like eating nice things. So I was worried.
The pun won the day. (Check the name.) And by gum, I hate a bad pun. No, I really do. I mean, at least it’s «crust in time», like, it delivered just in time to deliver me from hunger — it’s got legs, okay. It’s not «take another little pizza my heart» when pizza has nothing to do with either Janis Joplin nor heartbreak. Not really. I mean, come on. That’s awful. ANYWAY.
In just over the given time, our pies arrived. Hurrah! I had ordered a pepperoni and added donner meat (srsly, don’t judge) and mushrooms. It was a perfectly reasonably made pizza. I wouldn’t have called it incredible but it was definitely not terrible. Not too doughy, certainly on the thin crust end, but not as greasy-​good as, say, Lucky’s. Definitely better for you than them, and their garlic dip is better — pretty toxic, in fact. I feel like they squeezed that garlic purée into some mayo. I’m not complaining; I love garlic.
The conclusion? A solid shout, for sure. They’re not my number one, but they’re absolutely worth a look. Especially with deals like two 12″ classics for £10.