See Part 1 of the Franco Manca review. This hunger-inducing guest post comes from London-based scientist/stand-up comedian Joanne Lau (a.k.a. the “Blossom” of the Commonwealth, according to my friend Colleen and anyone 25+ who understands that reference). Follow Joanne on Twitter.
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For drinks, we went for Franco Manca’s organic lemonade as a break from the beer.
Organic lemonade or liquid-cough drop?
It was nice, but not quite tart enough for a lemon fiend like myself. There was also an overpowering taste of honey throughout the whole thing, which in theory sounds nice, but in reality just tastes like a honey lemon strepsil but without the tingle.
If alcohol is more your thing, they also have a tempting selection of organic wines on offer divided into ‘challenging’ and ‘non-challenging’, which is practically a dare for all you wine aficionados out there. As someone who usually buys wine based on the font of the label (the fancier and older the font, the better the wine inside tastes, right?) I’ll leave that to you experts. (Editor’s note: type of font used on any product is a sure indicator of the quality therein.)
Anyhow, back to the pizza.
The pizza connoisseurs among you at this point are probably wondering about the all-important crust/topping/sauce ratio. Read More
This hunger-inducing guest post comes from London-based scientist/stand-up comedian Joanne Lau (a.k.a. the “Blossom” of the Commonwealth, according to my friend Colleen and anyone 25+ who understands that reference). Follow Joanne on Twitter.
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Pizza amore!
London temperatures rose to the 20s this past weekend, and like exhibitionist zombies, hordes of Londoners made their way to their local parks to writhe around in little to no clothing. The rest of us, partly to numb the shock of seeing so many pasty, wobbly bits on display, but mostly just because we’re in the land of functional alcoholics, made our way instead to our local beer garden.
There’s nothing quite like a cold beer on a hot, sunny day. The question though, is what to eat when you inevitably start to get peckish. Anything too heavy, and you’ll fall into a food coma. Anything too light and you’ll end up a drunken mess. My perfect solution?
Franco Manca pizza!
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