Little Wing, Little Italy and Pizza Express
Belfast, UK
A working life as a software designer doesn’t usually provide much in the way of international jet-setting, but a project kickoff provided me the chance of staying in Belfast, Northern Ireland for three weeks. Not really the bustling metropolis that one thinks of when Europe, or even the UK, is mentioned, it was actually a really fascinating place to stay and experience both the tourist-y sights and the usual day-to-day grind. I was holed up in a non-descript budget hotel on the edge of the city centre, and was left to mostly fend for myself for meals and entertainment. This, of course, provided me with lots of time to wander the streets looking for interesting things to see and do and eat. Old habits die hard, apparently – I found a pizza place a few short hours after arriving in Belfast.
I bought two slices of pepperoni pizza from the small takeout window of a local chain called Little Wing, nestled in amongst pubs, shops, and most likely several SPARs on a pedestrian street close to the gigantic Victoria Square mall. I chose it, not only because they sell a thin crust wood-fired pizza very close to traditional Neapolitan or NYC pizza, but also because it was the only thing open at 7PM on a Sunday evening. The slices were contained within a custom-printed, cheeky-comment-festooned, pizza slice-sized box. Nice touch. Upon returning to my hotel, and getting a glass of water (there wasn’t even a place to buy a drink open past 6PM) I dug in while watching the first of dozens and dozens of chat shows I watched on the (strangely personalized) Dave channel – though, thinking back, it might have been its sister (brother?) station, Dave-ja-vu. The pizza was good; the crust was just the right amount of thin-ness, the sauce was flavorful with a hint of spicy, the cheese was tasty, and the pepperoni had a nice kick. A nice surprise to start the trip, to say the least…
It didn’t take long for me to get a chance to try Little Wing again. A lunch with some co-workers and ex-co-workers was organized for our first Tuesday there, and I tried a full pizza this time, the ‘Piccante’, which had spicy pepperoni, hot peppers and basil. It was just as tasty as the first slices, if not more so due to me being considerably more lucid this time.
Then…nothing. No pizza for two weeks, at least. It definitely felt like I subsisted on Marks and Spencer sandwiches and salads the whole time, but I also did a bit of travelling, so that broke things up a bit. For the purposes of this review, let’s flash forward past those two weeks…
I was walking past the Europa Hotel, which holds the dubious distinction of being Europe’s most bombed hotel (thanks to the IRA), when I decided to walk down a side street past the Crown Liquor Saloon. I stumbled upon this tiny pizza place called Little Italy that serves hand made Neapolitan-ish pizza baked in a normal pizza oven. I mean ‘stumble’ figuratively, though knowing the neighbourhood many would do so literally later in the evening, confirmed by their no-nonsense, stain-resistant décor. I ordered a large pepperoni to go and watched them make my pizza, and many others, while I waited. Back at my utilitarian hotel I turned on the TV and dug in. The pizza wasn’t as good as Little Wing, but it was miles better than any drunk-people pizza that can be found in Ottawa. The crust was thin but held together, the sauce was tasty and the cheese was just right. The pepperoni was just OK, but it didn’t hurt the overall experience. Considering this was pizza eaten by a large number of people who won’t remember it in the morning, I was pleasantly surprised.
Finally, on my last night in Belfast, a co-worker and I went to Pizza Express, a UK-wide chain of high-ish class Neapolitan-style pizza places. Knowing of the chain from my other trips to the UK, but having never actually tried it, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. I decided to start simple and had the margherita – just lightly applied but tasty sauce with dollops of fresh mozzarella and some big leaves of basil. It was tasty pizza – not GREAT but good for a chain place. They were certainly aiming at more upscale, sober crowd than the last place, but it was all very cookie-cutter chic as opposed to actually classy, or original. It was expensive, too – but luckily for me it was all expensed away once I got back home.
Considering the fact that I did not expect to try one good pizza place when I went to Belfast, let alone three, it was a nice experience to try out what the UK thinks is good pizza. Now, to convince my employer to send me to Italy…