You are lucky to live in this area, you know. You have Scala around the corner. It is one of the best pizzas in town. That was the first thing my ex-husband said, as he helped me moved to my new flat. He usually has good taste, so I decided to try it.
He was right. I am lucky. Scala is not posh or trendy, but it stands for quality. I have never been a pizza lover, but they love making pizza and you can taste it. Maybe it is the lack of symmetry of their pizza, which screams homemade, or the freshness of the ingredients, which justifies their popularity. Or perhaps it is that old school Italian feeling of the decoration that comes across their homemade fettuccini with lemon sauce.
As you would do at your parents’ home, you come and are expected to eat and indulge on their cooking without guilt, and surrounded by the uncomplicated, frenzied character any family has. However – not like all families – they are always attentive, polite and they care to check that every table has all it needs.
I pledge guilty of ordering the Gamberoni pizza almost every time, as in my world shrimp, chili and rucola should be part of every diet. But, having had the chance to taste from various dishes ordered by my generous dates, I can confirm that their antipasti, pasta and meat options are also well made and sure to please the pickiest palate.