Prego Pizzeria

You're walking down Westgate towards the cathedral quarter when the smell of charred dough and fresh basil pulls you in. Prego's the kind of place that doesn't mess about with fusion nonsense—they do Italian the right way, which means respecting the ingredients and not overthinking it. The pizzas come out blistered and slightly charred from a proper wood-fired oven, the kind of detail that matters more than you'd think when you're halfway through your first bite. It's busy most nights, loud in a good way, and the sort of spot where locals have clearly worked out it's worth booking ahead.