Mem R.
Yelp
Aiiii hello Ti Ama, I've been waiting for you and I'm so glad you're finally here.
The crew behind the infamous Local Pizza of Berriedale have expanded into town and gotten a little glam. Think mirrorball pizza oven, think fluoro signage, think amazing pink and green and white fitouts with greenery everywhere and a Tom O'Hern mural wall and MORE disco balls, and just bloody good food.
It's been over a week now and I'm still thinking about the grilled nectarine/burrata cheese/prosciutto combo that I ate selfishly and entirely by myself (surrounded by vegetarians and vegans, but whatever). Speaking of vegans, my overly restricted gf/vegan/fodmap bestie somehow managed to eat from four different plates and didn't die by the next morning, which is kind of unheard of (especially because not one of those plates was her go-to, hot chips). VOODOO MAGIC. My boyfriend's ricotta gnocchi was the best gnocchi he'd ever eaten, he declared (and also didn't share). The antipasto plate was a bit whatever but who even cares with all the other stuff that was going on. They are, of course, making some pizzas there, because with a rep like Local Pizza's they would have been set afire if they hadn't carried some options into town with them!
The only negatives as far as my group were concerned were that the tunes were a little TOO pumping (but hey, they're in Salamanca now and that's the way it is in Salamanca - but could it not be? Maybe? Just a little quieter?) and the chairs that weren't booth seats were aesthetically nice to look at but actually quite uncomfortable. Tricky.
I'll be back. I'll be back some time really soon, I reckon. And I'll be sitting in a booth seat. And eating that nectarine dish.