Date of Last Visit: Sunday, July 13
The Victim: Molly
The Damage: £13 each or thereabouts
The Background: Back when I was in college, my friend DeeDee and I (among others) spent a year at the University of Innsbruck in Austria, drinking beer and eating Schnitzel and pretzels.
DeeDee’s friend Molly has just moved to London, so Deed asked me if I could show her around town a bit. We did the usual loop around Spitalfields and then wandered through Brick Lane, stopping at Story Deli for some pizza.
£11 pizza. This seems like a lot.
Interestingly, at 2 p.m. on a Sunday, Story Deli has a bouncer. A big one. But we liked him because he kicked some beer-drinking thugs away from the outdoor tables and got us two seats.
The Food: The pizza at Story Deli is served on something that’s a bit more doughy that Sardinian Carta di Musica, but a lot less doughy that bread. It’s very crispy. This was odd at first, but I got used to it. My pizza was chorizo and rocket…that’s it there in the picture. When I was done with it, I felt like I had eaten a lot of snacks–like breadsticks and some chorizo slices and some buffala mozzerella, but I was still hungry.
The Verdict: I thought this was just okay. I’m not dying to go back. Plus, I felt like my purse would get stolen and at least one homeless person bothered us and someone else asked us to give money to charity. Not while I’m eating, please.