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Pizza Love! - Food_Blog #2



I never met a Pizza like you before!❤
So, this was my experience at Pizza Express in London and I had ordered a main dish which is a Romana Pizza called Fiorentina. It contains Spinach, free-range egg, mozzarella, tomato, garlic oil and black olives, finished with Gran Milano cheese on a Romana base but mine was eggless being a vegetarian. Also, I opted for a side dish under the Al Forno section of their menu and most of us like it - Cannelloni which is Soft pasta filled with spinach & ricotta, baked with passata, bÊchamel, mozzarella, garlic oil and Gran Milano cheese and olives of course!
The ambience of Pizza Express is just so perfect for any mood and the taste is an absolute #1. The service out there is impeccable, hence, plus points for that. It's a 9/10 experience overall.So, don't miss out on these when you visit Pizza Express!
-PriyankaKothari
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