I'd always dreamed of having a pizza in the spiritual home of pizzas and this place was recommended by our enthusiastic landlady as one of the best in the city.
Up a small but busy street we found it, spread over both sides of the lane, open and inviting with a traditional oven on display.
It was busy but they sat us down quickly and I watched the tv screen on the wall with a loop of self-congratulatory photos of (mostly obscure) personalities who had been to the place,
The pizzas when they arrived were okay but my wife's was seafood and not particularly good, perhaps because it was partly made with frozen ingredients. My own would have been great had it not been burned. I don't care how traditional things are, carbon is carbon and it ruins the taste of food. Disappointing; maybe I expected too much.
The best pizzas I have ever had remain Urenui, New Zealand; Bath, UK and Chisnau, Moldova. The worst, Venice and any bought from a supermarket..
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