Ah, Dough. One of the great casualties of the post-pandemic restaurant crash in Bristol. It was an ideal choice for my family of difficult dietary restrictions (Mum, a coeliac; Clo, vegan; Dad, a man who will compromise and accept a dish that only has fish as a meal, if not meat) - a pizza place with a multitude of dough options (hence, yes, the name) and a number of vegan toppings. Thankfully, though, the Bath branch remains open and it is there that Ben and I dine pre-Suede gig. I order whatever the “give me one with lots of meat” option is referred to on the menu, and I’m not disappointed. The dough, as you would hope from a place of this name, is flavourful, metaphorically airtight, and literally not so. The toppings are generously proportioned without falling afoul of poor structural integrity. Our (my, I force Ben into it) eyes are bigger than our (my) stomaches and the Nutella pizza with cream, banana, and strawberry is ordered for dessert, because why wouldn’t a carb and sugar coma be the ideal mood for a quite energetic rock concert about 20 minutes later. Still, it is the tomato and cheese flavoured cherry on the evening.