Pizza: Mulberry Street

84 Westbourne Grove
W2 5RT
Tel: 020 7313 6789

Date of Last Visit: 1 July 2007

The Victims: Rutton, Zarmina

The Damage: £13 per person with Diet Cokes.

The Background: I think I saw someone famous last night. I met Bryan and Stacey and their friend Jason at Green & Red for some tasty Mexican snacks, and then we dropped into Loungelover for some £11 cocktails. (Hear me repeating…I’m worth it. I’m worth it.) And there in the bar, not five feet from me, was someone who looked an awful lot like Colleen McLoughlin. (That’s Wayne Rooney’s girlfriend, in case you didn’t know. Hey, I only know because I read Grazia.)

Well, this has absolutely nothing to do with my lunch with Rutton and Zarmina on Sunday, but I thought it was exciting.

Anyhow, I wanted to try out Mulberry Street. Or Bloody French. Both have so-so reviews. Hmmmm. I tell R & Z this and we almost go someplace else, but then we walk by Mulberry Street, and it looks okay.

The Food: We order a regular pizza–1/2 with eggplant "parmigiana" and the other half with pepperoni and jalapenos. The eggplant side is bland and disappointing. The pepperoni side is nice. But the pizza is not cooked enough in the middle. I am disappointed.

Our server assures us that the ceasar salad is big enough for three. Well, it’s not. And it kinda sucks. No, it definitely sucks. It’s so limp and lackluster. Whoever made it has never had a proper ceasar in their life. There are tomatoes and olives in it. Weird.

The Atmosphere: The upstairs looks really cute. But the downstairs is boring. There’s nothing on the walls. And it’s too dark. At one point, Rutton announces that he can’t see his food because of the shadow from the pizza pan.

The Verdict: Hmmm. They gotta work on the crispness of the pizza in the middle. And they definitely need to  come up with a different ceasar salad. And bring up the lights a notch in the basement, please.