Our food reviewer Mark Heath and his wife Liz visited Honey Hill in Clare for an early Saturday dinner. Here's what they made of it...

Location, location, location.

Not just an awfully middle-class TV show, but something of frightful importance when one is choosing a home or, I would argue, opening a restaurant.

With that in mind, there can few better places in Suffolk from which to watch the world go by as you dine than Honey Hill.

Located right on the corner of the ridiculously picturesque Market Hill in Suffolk's smallest town, it's something straight out of a Famous Five novel or, more accurately perhaps, a scene in Lovejoy.

We weren't there for lashings of ginger beer or to see Tinker about an antique though - we wanted to eat, and eat well. And so to business.

Shown to our seats in the corner of the lovely little eatery - faithful hound in tow, Honey Hill is dog friendly - we had ample opportunity to enjoy the idyllic vista while choosing our weapons.

With the sun shining and all right in the world, a couple of glasses of superb New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc - why do other countries bother? - were duly ordered and delivered, and we were ready to make our selections.

We decided to start with the bruschetta and arancini rice balls, which arrived quickly and looked good.

Bruschetta first. This was what looked like pizza dough, topped with a generous portion of chopped tomatoes and drizzled with garlic extra virgin olive oil.

The tomatoes were bursting with sweetness and flavour - clearly quality produce - offsetting nicely with the garlic oil, while the crunchy and chewy bready base brought texture and ballast to the party.

The rice balls, meanwhile, were good too. Slightly crispy on the outside, harbouring soft rice and a delicious molten cheese middle, the whole dish was elevated when teamed with the accompanying herb and garlic mayonnaise. Very tasty indeed.

Onto the mains then, and a story before we do. Honey Hill opened as a bistro just six weeks before the first Covid lockdown - far from ideal.

Facing the same issues as every other restaurant or café did, the owners decided to pivot to takeaway pizza offerings - and they made them so well that it's something they're known for now.

You can still get takeaway pizzas - a steady stream of folks collected them while we were there - and we couldn't really pick anything else for our main courses.

The Hill offers 12 thin crust pizzas, 12 inches in diameter, although smaller eight-inch pies are available during the day.

They range from the classic Margherita to the more adventurous Frutti di Mare (garlic king prawns, mascarpone, baby tomatoes and rocket) or Napoli Bianca (ricotta, parmesan, mozzarella, anchovies, toasted pine nuts and fresh salsa verde).

There are multiple vegetarian choices, while gluten free and vegan options are also available.

Now that's out of the way, let's get on to our sections. We opted for a Diavolo (pepperoni, mozzarella, sweet peppadew peppers and red onion) and, after toying with the idea of a Hot Honey, were swayed by a recommendation for a recent addition, the Pizza Calabrese (N'duja sausage, red onion, mozzarella and rocket).

Before we get to the eating, it would be remiss of me not to mention the wonderful aromas drifting across the dining room as the pizzas were prepared - quality, Italian-sourced ingredients, that wonderful fresh pizza smell, all part of the experience.

When they arrived, on individual boards with our own personal cutters, it was immediately clear that this was good pizza.

The Diavolo was smoky and spicy, with a lovely sweetness from the peppers and red onions. The Pizza Calabrese edged it for us though, dollops of knock-out N'duja - fast becoming one of our favourite ingredients - bringing heat, smoke and richness to a cracking pizza. Even the rocket, something which I usually discard immediately, added to the eating.

If there was one slight negative, it was that the thinness of crust teamed with the generous toppings meant that eating them as nature intended - with your hands - was sometimes tricky. One should never use a knife and fork to consume pizza, at least in my book, but at times here it was unavoidable.

Boards cleaned - with the help of a very obliging dog-shaped crust bin beneath the table - we moved on to the monthly dessert debate.

Regular readers of my reviews will know that I consider it a duty to tackle all three courses on your behalf, but here we had to go for the sharing option, ordering up a single tiramisu. Don't think any less of me, please.

This was good too though - a tiramisu more on the creamy side of both make-up and flavour, but with well-soaked sponge beneath. Teamed with an espresso and the soft Suffolk sun streaming through the window, life was rather splendid.

All told, our meal came to £72, which for me was good value. And the story doesn't stop there, because I had more purchasing to do before I took my leave.

With Honey Hill offering all manner of Italian pastries and cakes as well, there was quite the carb-laden display on offer when we stepped through the door.

Turned out I couldn't step out of the door without treating myself to four cannoli - salted caramel and pistachio would be my tips, dear readers - and a goodly handful of biscotti, which I've been enjoyed with my coffee all week.

And, for all this talk of pizza, I should also mention that you can get yourself a handmade pasta dish of the day at the Hill too, if that takes your fancy.

Off we trundled into the setting sun then, the Market Hill a very pleasant place on which to emerge post-dinner.

Location, location, location. Honey Hill is a hidden gem in Suffolk's smallest, and perhaps prettiest, town.

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