There were eleven of us all told, all on Piaggio, Vespa or Gilera scooters, and we made a jolly group befitting the jolly surroundings. Many pictures of cheeky Berlusconi, the restaurant's mascot, alongside framed vintage advertisements and a stuffed boar's head. The highlight for us was a chandelier made from old open face helmets. Even the loos were fun, with language tapes playing while Berlusconi and his bird peeked out from porthole-style windows to differentiate the gents' from the ladies'.
Most importantly, the pizza was lovely: very thin and crispy, with a good selection of toppings. I had a four-cheese extravaganza (gorgonzola, taleggio, mozzarella and goat) named, I regret to report, 'Julius Cheeser', while my friend Kate, enjoying her first solo outing since the birth of her baby four months ago, leaped straight in with "I'll have the 'Italian Stallion' please!"
Around nine a man in evening dress appeared and performed a lengthy routine of Frank Sinatra songs. We left towards the conclusion of That's Amore.
If you're looking for tasty pizza and quirky decor in south London, you have my recommendation.
(You can see my large, burgundy scooter peeking out from behind the car that's splitting up our nice row.)