paesano, the g.o.a.t.?
A few years back I spent nine long months living and working in Italy. Not the happiest of times for a number of reasons - work politics, my poor (non-existent) grasp of the Italian language and the lack of availability of Crunchy Nut Cornflakes, among others. Though, what I took out of it was a love of the way Italians love food.
I enjoyed it all but my heart's desire while I was there was pizza. Each one seemed better than the next when you had grown up with a Hawaiian style frozen effort being slung into the oven as a Friday treat while you and your siblings watched Neighbours. I honestly thought I'd reached my pizza pinnacle in Le Scuderie in Pisa, near to where I lived at the time. The pizza was knockout, the line weaving out onto the narrow street every night for a metre of their pizza. And it was in this wonderful place I discovered that chips on a pizza could be an actual thing on a menu, not merely an adhoc Glaswegian hangover construction... "Il metro di pizza, per favore," became one of the few phrases within my repertoire. And I used it rather often.
Then in 2015, Paesano Pizza in Miller Street came into my life and changed the game... It's everything you could want in a pizzeria and it's in my city. And I can order in English. And they don't do that annoyingly cultured thing of closing for a couple of hours in the afternoon. Simple menu, fresh ingredients, rolling specials, beautifully soft dough, stellar coffee... And you can cap the entire thing off with a 99 cone! Sold? Yep. I've been a number of times now (double figures, cough) and never been disappointed by the quality. Now, if only they could start selling it by the metre, perhaps. Maybe sprinkle on a few chips... A bridge too far? :-)