Bangkok Mama is the rebellious alter-ego of the city that never sleeps. She takes the unapologetic flavours of complex curries and fiery stir-fries, and bakes them into the ultimate vehicle of comfort: artisanal sourdough pizza.
Enough heat to wake you up. Enough tang to keep you coming back. Enough on the table to feed one more person than you planned for.
Mama didn't ask for permission.
That's the Bangkok Mama effect. We take the food seriously. We don't take ourselves too seriously.
Unapologetic, every slice.
Mama's market-stall energy. Welcoming, unpretentious, real.
Rules are for other restaurants.
No gimmicks. Real ingredients, real stories, real soul.
Crispy base, fiery pad kra pao, melted mozzarella. Yes, really.
The energy of Bangkok's night markets and Napoli's alleys.
Flame-grilled with Jaew Mayo, or batter-fried with Mama Mayo.
Minced chicken salad in crispy rolls. Tangy with a little spice.
Cheesy mashed potato with carrot and sweetcorn in crispy wraps.
Bangkokians' favourite with chicken and prawn fillings. Sweet soya sauce.
Classic battered with chilli sprinkles. Served with Mama Mayo.
With little touch of spice.
Every base starts two days before you order it. Slow-fermented sourdough, blistered in a proper hot oven, sturdy enough to carry a curry and light enough to finish the whole thing.
Then Mama gets to work. Green curry where the tomato should be. Holy basil where the oregano should be. Nobody stopped her, and now it's the best thing on either side of the equator.
You've never had pizza like this.
Ten tables. Ninety-minute sittings. Walk-ins welcome when there's room, but the room goes fast.
Book it before someone else does.
City of London, EC3N
Steps from Tower Hill.
Monday to Friday, 11.30 till late
Saturday, 12 till late
Coming to Deliveroo across EC3N, E1 and EC2M.
Launch news, secret slices and opening-week treats. No spam. Mama has better things to do.