Year of Eating Differently (88): Moak, Soho Square

This used to be a Subway until a while ago. I had an unpleasant time there, as documented, but then it shut. For about six months it then remained closed, with the mysterious sight of a bright yellow Cinquecento viewable through the window, along with a load of building supplies.
Just this week it reopened as Moak, a pasta/pizza joint. There are four tables crammed into one corner of the shop, a couple of pizza ovens, a counter for fruit smoothies - all really rather polished. Not sure if these are real Italians or faux ones, but they call me signor and not signorita and then gave me a slice of hot pizza as fast as was necessary.
Pizza was good (although it punched below its weight, if you compare flavour to taste), but it had an underlying flavour of fishiness. I'm not sure what that can have been, because aside from anchovies (which weren't on it) there's not many forms of piscine life that have made their way on top of a pizza. Please don't write to me and tell me about the eel pizza you enjoyed as a small child, by the way. Anyhow, glad to see something rising from the ashes of a previous establishment.