The name is very obviously a joke, once you get to this sparsely decorated pizza (and a little pasta) space. Most people prefer to sit outside on the streetside patio than inside the store-room like room with its standout colour-spotted floor, mosaic-adorned pizza oven and stacks of pasta, flour and tomato in the raw. “Industrial deli” may be the school it derives from. The pizza comes in regular and “pizette” and desserts are also pizza based. I like mine crisper and thinner than they make here, but they are hand-made and wood-fired, and the locals make this a lively, honest joint with welcome swagger in the step.
