Our story
We won't pretend there was a big business plan. Pizza Stall started exactly how it sounds, with one fold-out table, a borrowed oven and a hand-painted sign, mostly because the name was honest and we couldn't think of anything better.
The idea was simple. The town was full of people who just wanted a decent slice. Not a sad triangle going hard under a heat lamp, not an order from a kitchen miles away that couldn't care less. So we set up in the city centre, learned to make the dough the slow way, and started handing fresh slices to whoever walked past.
People kept coming back. The queue got longer, the stall got bigger, and the name stuck. But the part that matters, made by hand, made with care, made right here in town, hasn't changed, and it won't. We're still small, still independent, and still the kind of place that remembers your order.
Why we love it
Honestly, it's because pizza brings everyone in. We get students at midday, mums and dads with the kids, crews off shift from the dockyard, office workers on their lunch, and the odd visitor who's just come down from the Spinnaker Tower and needs feeding. Nobody's ever said no to a good slice.
We care what goes in the box because that box has our name on it, and we'd rather lose a sale than send out a pizza we wouldn't happily eat ourselves. No frozen shortcuts. No mystery toppings. Just dough we're proud of and people we're glad to feed.
Who comes in
We're right in the middle of Portsmouth, so we end up feeding pretty much everyone who comes through town. Students after a proper meal that won't blow the budget. People grabbing lunch on their break. Shoppers refuelling between Commercial Road and Gunwharf Quays. Families on a day out. Navy and dockyard crews coming off shift. And the Friday and Saturday lot heading to the Guildhall and back. One quick slice or a couple of 20-inch sharers for the whole gang, we've got you either way.