John T.
Yelp
It was my last night in Prati (why must I like nice things?) and I wanted a chill, relaxed way to enjoy it. After taking a walk around the neighborhood, window shopping and plotting which building I was going to buy one day, I stumbled upon people spilled out onto the sidewalk eating pizza, drinking wine and being loud. I was in.
Turns out I had come across a neighborhood favorite wrt pizza. I walked into the basement restaurant (hadn't done that in a while), smelled the wondrous pies and knew I was in the right place. Rather than taking a table for 1 inside, I opted for some sidewalk eating. Looking at my neighbors' plates, I knew I could take down an entire pie. This isn't Roman-style (scissors and thick) pizza. This is the neapolitan-like (I think official Neapolitan pizza requires a few things without variants), wood-fired-style pizza that most Americans think of when they think about 'Italian' pizza. I ordered the namesake. It came with cheese, peppers, sausage, and arugula. Paired with my pizza, I opted for a liter of beer. It was a pilsner (so, easy to drink, goes very well with pizza of all sorts), local... but, most importantly, there was a liter of it. A liter! That's just *this* shy of a 40. Even if the pizza was awful, I would have been in a good mood. Fortunately, the pizza was delicious. It was exactly the slightly-crispy, slightly-chewy, just-the-right-amount-of-cheese, hey-there-are-leaves-on-my-pizza pizza I wanted. The beer was cold and plentiful. The weather was perfect. The neighborhood was alive. The people watching (and listening) was entertaining... There's a reason why scenes from an Italian restaurant have worked so well for so many years. Whether you're starting an Italian adventure or ending one, odds are, this is the pizza you had in mind while planning your trip to the Eternal City. Do yourself a favor: sit down, order a pie, drink a large amount of some sort of alcohol, sit outside, and take a minute to think about where you are and what you're doing.