South Londoners need a heads up about this place. I feel a tension here between wanting to keep the place open and yet still being able to get a table. Still, it’s in Streatham (or as it’s called in our house, St. Reatham), so there is hope.
The Napoli pizza (£6.50), my favourite anchovy, olive caper combo was as good as the the best I’ve had anywhere. Note the lack of cheese. The pizza had the correct qualities of a Neapolitan pizza as far as my knowledge goes (that’s not very far); a spotty bottom to the dough, a silken ‘soupy’ middle and sparse toppings (the real set of guidelines are extremely strict I hear, lots about wood fired ovens, dough pH and yeast). Oh and the tomatoes! Imported from Italy, obviously. I could have drunk the can.
The Salsiccia e friarielli (£9.50), with Italian sausage and broccoli was also excellent, although living in the shadow, as most things do, of the anchovies. I’ll never learn to not bother going sharesies.
I’m not sure which I loved more, the food or the guys who are behind it (obviously it’s the food). Plucked straight from a high street in Naples, they’re all shiny black, denim and bling on tattooed skin.
I can’t see St. Reatham becoming a food destination to be honest, which is just as well. They don’t like strangers in town. Not unless they’re hip Italian boy strangers with a sour dough mother.
Bravi Ragazzi Pizza
2a Sunnyhill Road