A girl can’t live on caffè, biscotti, e vino alone – although I tried. So, after being told not to be fooled by its name, I called Pizzeria Charlie for a reservation. (A reservation for a pizzeria? Sheesh!) They told me they were completo (full). I ignored that and walked the maze of streets to this ristorante.
It was almost empty when I arrived. They sat me without il meno. I waited about 20 minutes and finally asked for one. Eventually, I got a beer and a pizza. I thought I had been slighted when I saw the pizza wasn’t cut into slices. Turns out, Italians eat pizza with a knife and fork! Since it’s gauche to ask for a ‘doggie bag’, I ate the whole darn thing!