Fireaway Pizza

You're on Belvoir Street in the city centre, and the smell of wood smoke and bubbling mozzarella hits you before you even reach the door. Fireaway does that thing where Italian tradition meets proper speed — your pizza's ready in minutes, not hours. The kitchen's open so you watch the whole show: dough stretched, sauce ladled, straight into the beast of an oven. It's unpretentious stuff, the kind of place where you grab a slice or a whole pie and crack on, whether you're eating in or taking it home to the Lanes.