Pizza comes two ways in Italy: from a sit-down restaurant, ordered individually, as large as your plate, and eaten with a knife and fork…
or from a shop that sells pizza a taglio
(cut to order) which you either wrap up to take home, eat at a narrow counter at the pizza place, or munch as you stroll along the street.
While the “fancy” variety is delicious, paper thin and hot out of the wood oven, I’m a sucker for smaller portions where I can taste lots of different kinds of pizze
. (Recording the memory on my clothing as it drips out of my mouth is a bonus.) My goal is to sample them all, but then I’d never be able to move again. There are too many kinds: cheese and tomato, seafood, sliced potato, sweet bell peppers, mushroom, spinach, fresh tomatoes, olive… I could go on and on, but you won’t find PEPPERONI, at least not what we call pepperoni. My favorite is TUNA!
Jen and I split our vote on this one. She preferred the tuna pizza with a little mayo and marinated artichoke hearts from the pizzeria pictured above near the Vatican…
…while I preferred the tuna/artichoke pizza without mayonnaise and with slices of fresh mozzarella, fresh tomatoes, topped with fresh arugula.
This is why I don’t count the days of the trip, I count the meals. My winner came from the pizzeria up the street from the Pantheon, (on the way to Piazza Navona) where the owner looks like Barry Bostwick.