At the end of the street that from one side confronts «Sea Me», passes by the square with «Belcanto» and through the chain of their more simple establishments, just before the turn, in which you have to dive down. Right where the tram makes his «Ding». In the row of doors — our door into here.

Gosh … falling inside from the January «frost» I immediately realize that my sniff radar didn’t fail me. Two dry white ports are gazing from the bar at the oven’s mouth, which is like really huge with pizzas, pizzas, pizzas inside. Just like you wanna get there as well — such are the pizzas.

«Everything is the way we like it» — ​​thin crunchy dough, cheese, truffles (useless), pears and gorgonzola, throng, noise, incredible risotto with portobello, and great carpaccio doesn’t matter if it is a meat one or a tuna one. The most important is that you get here a simple pasta: spaghetti / tomato / tomato sauce / basil. You won’t get it like that anywhere else.

Everything is delicious, fast, inexpensive. The trams behind the windows scatter glare and scratches. People around are very understandable.

In general, my place.