A pizza-slinging neighbourhood favourite for all occasions.
Monsterella draws crowds to this sleepy corner of Wembley with pure comfort food delivered with the kind of warm service you’d expect from a friendly neighbour. The pasta is handmade, the tiramisù is decadent, but first, turn your attention to pizza.
Pick the Hunter, and it’s all about gooey smoked mozzarella topped with a mountain of prosciutto, sausage and salami, while the grilled artichoke on the Capri plays with slices of fior di latte and black olives to leave a lingering streak of smokiness with every bite. The Al, meanwhile, wades into the age-old argument on whether pineapple belongs on pizza with bursts of sweetness from fried pineapple in maple syrup. The answer? A resounding “yes!”.
The Al, meanwhile, wades into the age-old argument on whether pineapple belongs on pizza with bursts of sweetness from fried pineapple in maple syrup. The answer? A resounding “yes!”.
It’s not just about what comes out of the wood-fired oven, though. The arrosticini abruzzesi, which translates to thin soldiers of skewered lamb served neatly with herbs and a slice of lemon, lets the grill shine. Hand-cut pappardelle carbonara sees each ribbon studded with gems of bacon that cling to the fork. And now it’s time for tiramisù: the Monsterella version towering high and stacked with mascarpone and Italian meringue. With a BYO policy and a generous range of vegetarian and gluten-free options, Monsterella is the local everyone wishes they had. The promise? A good time, no matter the occasion.
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