Having lived in Naples for 3 years, the birthplace of pizza, you'd think we'd had it all.
According to the pizza tower, we have.
I'm not sure if it's sad or awesome that it's hit the ceiling. What was truly sad is that we had to take it all to the recycling before moving out. We pretty much filled a bin, not to mention the back of the truck.
And no, we did not match on purpose.
But I digress (and am getting kind of sad we don't live in Italy anymore), so on to the pizzas.
This spring, we ate the pizza known as "Re Umberto", or King Umberto (Humphry?). Tell me, who is this genius who came up with a double-decker pizza?
The bottom layer was ricotta and salame, the top layer was the 4 Stagione (4 seasons). Sausage and friarelli, ham and mushroom, eggplant, and artichoke.
Fabulous. Totally worth the 16 euro.
On the Italian bucket list was to eat the hot-dog-and-French-fry pizza. It was pretty much disgusting. I mean, who puts hot dogs and French fries on a pizza?
According to the pizza tower, we have.
I'm not sure if it's sad or awesome that it's hit the ceiling. What was truly sad is that we had to take it all to the recycling before moving out. We pretty much filled a bin, not to mention the back of the truck.
And no, we did not match on purpose.
But I digress (and am getting kind of sad we don't live in Italy anymore), so on to the pizzas.
This spring, we ate the pizza known as "Re Umberto", or King Umberto (Humphry?). Tell me, who is this genius who came up with a double-decker pizza?
The bottom layer was ricotta and salame, the top layer was the 4 Stagione (4 seasons). Sausage and friarelli, ham and mushroom, eggplant, and artichoke.
Fabulous. Totally worth the 16 euro.
On the Italian bucket list was to eat the hot-dog-and-French-fry pizza. It was pretty much disgusting. I mean, who puts hot dogs and French fries on a pizza?
I went to lunch at a famous pizzeria called Da Michele with a friend. It's the one in the book/movie Eat, Pray, Love. They only serve 2 kinds of pizza: Marinara (just tomato sauce and garlic, no cheese) and Margherita (with cheese). The restaurant is pretty small and the line is crazy long, so you take a number and wait. An hour and a half later... But the price (and the excellent quality of the pizza) made it worth it: two pizzas and two beers, 13 euro.
I mean, come on! It's literally hanging off the plate.
And finally, it was time to leave. But not before hitting Gennaro 2 twice our last weekend. After great discussions sounding like "What should our LAST pizza be? The D.O.C.? The frittatura? Marinara?", we settled for the frittatura, or the fried calzone. Delicious!
Sigh, I miss Italy. Though being American, I'm still happy to eat at Papa John's.
