Okay, so we weren’t able to get into Pizza Express until 6pm but that only made it all the more exciting for Iz (and us) as it would be dark when we arrived so would feel like we were going out out rather than popping in during the day.
It took us a while longer to get there though as Iz insisted we weren’t able to stand on any cracks in the pavement…and then she was tired of walking so I ended up carrying her.
Still, we made it on time and settled down for a pizza (or pasta) the Mother’s Day action.
Pizza Express has always been great with us right from Iz being in her pushchair and it’s a real child-friendly restaurant.
Sarah enjoyed her free glass of prosecco before moving onto a bottle of rosé, with Iz savouring the bubbles of a different kind in her rare Coke.
Iz plumped for some dough balls as starter, whilst Sarah and I had a deliciously stringy cheesed Melanzanine (or perhaps as better described in the menu as a mini al forno dish of layered aubergine, passata, mozzarella, garlic, basil and Gran Moravia cheese
That was followed by a small margherita for Iz and two Romana pizzas that practically enveloped our entire table which came complete with own pizza cutter so we could slice away merrily of our own accord.
Between courses Iz was merrily colouring away in a Sofia The First colouring book we’d brought along and she even found time for some role play with one of the serviettes – to be fair she had been watching Ghostbusters earlier that day.
Iz loved her dessert, an ice-cream sundae but easily took her greatest pleasure from drinking her bambinoccino, even scooping out the bottom of her cup with a spoon to ensure she got…each…and…every…mouthful.
It spluttered a little at the end with them running out of the honeycomb cheesecake we were after – perhaps if they weren’t quite so long between clearing our plates between courses we might have been in with a fighting chance – and then when we received substitute cheesecakes from the list they were served in still warm dishes – the blob of ice-cream was like it was filmed melting in time lapse.
Plucky Iz chirped up and asked again before we left – it was obviously important to her – but they had run out, even though she got everything else in her pack.
Iz may have made Sarah a card at school, written and drawn in one we’d got her but she was really looking forward to completing the trilogy and writing another card for our special evening out.
Sure the food had been nice but that final flurry of faux pas – I know they’d been busy all day but i’d expect the same choice and quality of service…and Mother’s Day card availability – made pizza express seem a bit sloppy (giuseppe).
Iz was still lamenting her missing card on her way to school the next morning. More d’oh! Balls than dough balls.