Pizza. Just pizza. This place and its sister Italica do it right. In an unlikely location Pomodoro offers itself up as a gateway for the round, cheesy, decadent, slightly charred bottomed, wood-fired good stuff. Yes there’s also a menu with Italian fare which is respectable in its own right - but in a town congested with cheap, sub-standard, wannabe discs of dough, it’s a pleasant surprise to come across a place like Pomodoro pushing real pies. But remember, toppings-wise, less is more.