Here is the place to go for one of the great New Zealand culinary experiences.
Not the fancy stuff you get at Huka Lodge or Logan Brown or the French Cafe. No, this is basic - the pie.
With all the warnings we get these days about the inherent dangers of cholestrol-laden food and high sugar/salt content, there is something wonderfully reckless about ignoring such risks now and again.
And if you're wanting to be reckless, a pie is unbeatable.
But there are pies and pies. Someone wants to bring back the Georgie Pie, but is obviously romanticising something that when it was around was called the "gib board pie".
There are still pies filled with gristle and gelatinous bulk. Some are microwaved into a floppy mess. Others, pale and dry.
Not so at Piccolo Morso. Here, you have the great pleasure if going to the bakery and being tempted by a range of pastry delights...including the pies. You buy one and go to the cafe next door where they provide a plate and cutlery so you can sit down and indulge.
Even better to eat straight from the paper bag.
The steak pies are without peer. I have had to ration myself to a couple a week, but it wouldn't take much to make it a daily ritual.