I love a pizza. Love ‘em. But a takeaway pizza is more than a convenience, it has to be special. What’s more, because my tummy appears to protest about gluten, I have to choose my pizzeria carefully; just flour water salt, dough rested for ages. You know the drill.
T’other week I spent an afternoon in Spex Pistols, also in Dundee, where head honcho, Richard raved about Luigis. So I made it a mission to get there whenever I next could.
What do you need to know? Well, they have an app. That’s important because they’re busy and despite placing an order just after opening at 1700, I was given a collection time of 1915. But that’s fine, I had the option of ditching the order on the app once I had this beta. The app was a doddle to use and I could, and did, customise my choices.
Collection: These guys and gals are in Hilltown, which isn’t town centre. I had the car and it was an easy spin. Google reckoned it would take half an hour to march there from the V&A. Just be aware that you might have to earn your calories if you are leather-tramping.
The staff? Engaging, charismatic and funny. As soon as I arrived I was greeted, and chit-chat commenced. But no time was wasted. They hit my order. This was going to be fresh.
And it was. Fresh and quick. It’s Neapolitan style, right? In the oven a couple of minutes. The smell was amazing. I was desperate to tuck in. Exceptional flavours, cooked to perfection and warm, Scottish service. It’s not all deep-fried mars bars and stovies up here, you know.