I like this place, I like it a lot. When I sit in one of the many humdrum pizzerias on Britain's streets I wish I was sitting in a place like this. Situated on the inland side of the town with views of the majestic valley and none of the sea they produce proper Italian pizzas as they're supposed to be made. That slightly biscuity smell with bubbles of burnt crust and then great combinations of toppings on top of tomato and mozzarella. They're served by men who look like they also have proper jobs but care about the food they're serving. The other Italian courses looked hearty and flavoursome. We ate there on our final night. We like the final meal of our holiday to be special.