I much preferred Homeslice when they were at the Filling Station in Kings Cross but the pizza is by far the best I have had in the UK. The margarita is amazing and all the pizza's I have tried perfectly seasoned which seems to be hard to achieve based on the vast number of overpriced very average pizza's I have had in the past. My only hope would be that they don't expand too much as loose the quality and care put into the pizza's. Homeslice, if you read this, please bring back the amazing pizza you did with the Jersaleum artichoke and fig!!
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Posted: Thu May 9 2013
It’s not how big it is: it’s what you do with it. Take this new joint in Neal’s Yard’s, which is serving pizzas that wouldn’t be out of place on ‘Man v. Food’.
Served fresh from the wood-fired oven, most of these thin crusts are available by the slice (£4). Or, you can order a whole 20-incher (£20), which is enough to feed you and two of your pals. They’ll even let you have more than one choice of the topping selections if you ask nicely.
A well-put-together margherita can be a little slice of heaven, as can other classic pizzas. But if it’s done right (no chicken, no sweet chilli sauce, no pineapple etc), a bit of innovation doesn’t go amiss. And here they have a couple of ingredient combos that wouldn’t get the green light in Naples, but taste pretty good.
On one, slivers of bone marrow are melted over the tomato base, imparting a meaty savouriness. Scattered with watercress and roasted whole spring onions, the pizza was oozy and delicious with a chewy cornicione (crust). A white anchovy, chard and Doddington cheese pizza also had a good balance; finished with a twist of orange zest it was filled with sweet, bitter and salty notes.
Service was impeccably attentive and chummy, and there are craft beers and even prosecco on draught. The pizzas here are certainly good quality, but it’s hard to achieve a crisp, puffy base when you’re turning out cartwheels. Maybe they should just stop worrying about size…
By Celia Plender
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I ate here last night, the main hostess was awfully rude several times and the other two waiters who spoke with us were confused about positively everything. We ended up deciding to get take away - lucky the pizza was nice! I would say the service was by far the worst I have seen in a long time.
Went here excited on a thursday night after some rave reviews but sadly, we left disappointed. The pizza toppings were fine (mushrooom was particularly good, but the salami pizza felt a bit light on salami). At £20 for a giant pizza the meal was good value, cant argue with that. Unfortunately the base of our pizza was completely burnt leaving every mouthful tasting like charcoal. When the waiter asked how everything was I said it was OK aside from being burnt and showed him the base of the pizza and all he said was a quick, "oh, sorry about that mate" and spun on his heel to not pay us further attention for the remainder of the evening! There is also a continuous sense of being rushed out the door. They were taking the plates away while I was still eating my last slice then a few minutes later we were deep in a conversation, with one of the 3 of us getting right into telling a story, this was obvious and we were then interrupted mid sentence with a "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if you were OK for drinks or if you needed anything else?", translation = "you've eaten, gather your things and leave". All in all, got the sense this place is complacent and living off the hype. I won't go back of my own accord when there are so many other good pizza shops in London...
It’s becoming an ever-familiar story; set up a stall, gain a cult following, open a restaurant. Yes, you’ve guessed it – another pop-up’s gone permanent. This time it’s street-pizza heroes Home Slice who have found themselves a bricks and mortar residence in central London. The concept: affordable (and bloody humongous) pizzas and Prosecco. Chef Ry Jessup and his business partner Mark Wogan (that’s son of Terry) have transformed a little unit in Neal’s Yard to a small but perfectly formed pizza den. The place itself is intimate and the décor is simple. Long wooden benches ensure cosy but not uncomfortable conditions (us Londoners have become accustomed to elbow rubbing) and an open kitchen with a wood-fired oven fills the room with a garlicy, toasty aroma. Chalkboard menus hang from the walls and dictate the daily changing 5 choices of pizza, the only constant being Margarita for the boring souls. A whopping 20’’ is only £20 or if you’re watching the waistline, a slice is only £4. Drinks prices are equally straightforward, wine and beer are priced at a reasonable £4 and a glass of Prosecco is £6 – can’t argue with that. Wine is served by the magnum and a ‘pay for what you drink’ system is in place – a dangerous feat for a thirsty wino but a clever trick from them. My glass of Prosecco and a friend’s beer arrive flat, flat as pancakes, flatter than flat things. Now, as hard as it might be to believe I don’t actually like to voice my complaints in restaurants however this couldn’t go unmentioned. An apologetic and frankly rather embarrassed waiter brought us replacements no less than three times, each none the fizzier. They clearly had an issue with the pumps as both were served from taps, so with no spirits on offer and experiencing a slight aversion to wine, I had little other option but to sip the unpleasantly bubbleless liquid. Yum… Pizzas were thankfully better than the drinks, but only slightly. All of the pork-belly had gone by the time we ordered which; to be honest, was by far the most exciting option on offer. So between four we shared a bone marrow, spring onion and watercress, and a white anchovy, Doddington chesse and chard. The hand-kneaded bases were deliciously thin and the crusts hefty and doughy but sparse toppings let them down. The kitchen particularly scrimped on the bone marrow with only a few meagre dollops of the sweet, buttery substance on each slice – thus after a while it became rather bland. I don’t know about you, but I like my pizzas to collapse in the middle with the weight of toppings and be folded over like a floppy envelope ready to be gobbled up – Home Slice’s weren’t so malleable. The anchovy was significantly more flavoursome but an overpowering taste of lemon became a little too sweet for my taste buds after a slice or two – a full one I can image would be rather sickly. Although sparing with the toppings, they’re certainly generous with sizes and for twenty quid you have to pick your battles. Home Slice has all the right ingredients to be a success; the prices are low, the place is cool and location is spot on – but a flat beer and a frugal pizza isn’t going to keep the punters coming through the door. Londoners have never been so food-savvy and competition for their custom has never been higher. Therefore, with establishments such as Pizza East serving (in my personal opinion) hands-down better versions of the Italian classic and fellow street-vendors Pizza Pilgrims cooking up a storm in the food markets it seems Home Slice are going to have to seriously up their game, and until then, I won’t be rushing back.
The menu changes frequently and although might seem obscure initially, every pizza I've tried has been phenomenol! I would highliy recommend this place, it has a relaxed chilled out vibe and great service. Prosseco on top helps too :)