Spizza Napoletana

You're standing on London Bridge Street with your mates, slightly peckish, when the smell of a wood-fired oven hits you. That's Spizza pulling you in. This isn't some sourdough-obsessed, minimalist affair; it's the real deal—Neapolitan pizza done right, with that leopard-spotted crust and sauce that tastes like someone actually cared. The spot's tiny and perpetually rammed, which tells you everything. Grab a slice or two, eat it standing up if you have to, and watch the tourists and locals blur into one happy mass of carb-fuelled contentment.