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Pizza and cocktails. With this simple recipe for success and happiness, there’s hope yet for London diners in search of an answer to the perennial question of where to tuck into a few good slices and a long, tall drink. Mavericks are, may we say, mavericks among London’s pizzeria, offering a pared-down solution to the problem in the form of a pizza (and sides) menu whose restraint is inversely proportional to its quality, and a similarly no-fuss selection of fantastic signature cocktails, all for very restrained prices. Found down Buckingham Palace Road in St James, we dub Mavericks the king of pizza.
When you step into Mavericks’ Buckingham Palace Road premises in St James, you’ll notice that they offer a menu card, doubling as an order form, whose sole function is to connect you to seven kinds of pizzas and a handful of sides. Tick the box or boxes that best apply: marinara, margherita, diavola, Parma, bianca, Genovese, or filetto. Add a short note if you wish, to the effect of extra rocket, please or you guys rule the pizza world in London. Tick again if you’d like mixed olives, side salad, buffalo mozzarella and tomato, or spicy meatballs to accompany your superlative and no-nonsense Italian pizza, call your waitron and clockwatch until the wood-fired pizza oven has done its job.
Hey presto, Mavericks delivers! (And they do delivery, too). The other offering at this black and white, pizza and cocktail joint down Buckingham Palace Road in St James is a mouthwatering but equally matter-of-fact cocktail list. Fish in your pockets for a mere eight pounds, and put your mark against either The Maverick, the Mango & Carrot Margaritta, Thee Mojito, Disaronno & Elderflower, Breakfast Sex, or the Bonne Maman Baby and flag that server once more. There’s something incredibly attractive about a pizzeria and cocktail bar that makes no fuss about anything (least of all its image) except for serving up London with the epitome of two things: pizza and drink. These self-effacing renegades deserve all the bookings they get.