Pizza comes from Naples

Obviously a trip to Italy gets your juices going so to speak, I mean it is food heaven right? A visit to Naples and all expectations are blown beautifully, deliciously, insanely out of the water.  I mean, pizza basically started here, in this hot, crazy city on the edge of the Tyrrhenian Sea and while I am a pizza fan in real life – in this parallel universe called Napoli, I am in actual ecstasy about the pizza.  I feel like Elizabeth Gilbert in Eat Love Pray, when she starts getting excited about the prospect of Naoplean pizza being basically the best pizza in the world. I knew it would be good, but the reality?  Is. Heaven.

This is what she says:

“Holy of holies! Thin, doughy, strong, gummy, yummy, chewy, salty pizza paradise. On top, there is a sweet tomato sauce that foams up all bubbly and creamy when it melts the fresh buffalo mozzarella, and the one sprig of basil in the middle of the whole deal somehow infuses the entire pizza with herbal radiance, much the same one shimmering movie star in the middle of a party brings contact high of glamour to everyone around her”.

Yep, that.  We ate pizza in two pizzeria’s, neither of which I can remember the name of, and we also ordered it and ate outside, like people seem to here, with prosecco in plastic glasses on the street.  It was dynamite!

Naples pizza