Pizzeria La Piazza - Leutenbach

It's a bit hidden. Food was really very good. Can definitely be recommended. Service: Dine in Meal type: Dinner Price per person: €20–30 Food: 5 Service: 4 Atmosphere: 4

The lockdown demands his homage. Now I have to check if I can formulate even more coherent sentences. Let's try. And you have to suffer from it. My dear wife announced during the week that she would like to order food on Sunday. What do you care? At least the last sentence was a basis on which I could find something. Ordering food in pandemic is of course one thing. The search radius must not be too large. And the problem started. In my rather rural area there is “just” good or very bourgeois. And then it wasn't like me. This extended the search radius to about 10 km or 10 minutes. Additional pommes are out of him, and pizza is actually also. Actually. But somehow the thought in my cerebral cortex became obvious. Bad tongues would now claim that the attribute “big” would be flattered with me. This is, of course, only a designation for a region under the skull cover and no indication of the qualitative, cognitive or quantitative performance of the entire device. Just that. This apparent discrepancy is also very nice to watch on different demos for a three-quarter year. Get or deliver? What does the local brake mean among the suppliers supply dildo? A short look into the net and before loud inflation XYZ Express Scales, where are all actually? I never noticed I gave up again. That was my love: in Volkbach the La Piazza would deliver. My enthusiasm remained somewhat within the limits, but the pizza wasn't quite like that at the time. Since autumn 2020, however, there is probably a new tenant. There were also some pictures on the net and so a new house was tried again. The retreat made it possible to try this in the middle of the shut-off. So far it has come; 11:30 PM First contact attempt: homepage. That's great! The house is just on Pinterest. And the card isn't even deleted. Missing two/three lines below. Second contact attempt: Telephone Radebrecherde Deutschwissen at the other end of the line. Somehow it worked and the card was photographed again and whatsAppt. In, uh, more prodigious quality. You could only see what the lines still offer. Third contact attempt: WhatsApp The order went out via WhatsApp. With exact formulation and desired delivery time. By vague assumptions that our counterpart had properly understood the order on the phone, we somehow had no desire. An OK quickly came back in the same way. All right, get drunk. The order was scheduled at 2:00 and Schwiemu had also announced. No, she was invited by my wife. Glazed terrace and great weather invited someone to meet again. And my love had never seen her mother since New Year's Eve. I didn't, but I kept it much longer. But, pssst, no more say!!! The table is covered and the oven is preheated at 200° C for plates, pizza and pasta. Of course, the plates were taken out in time, but as a replacement for a thermally sluggish dough load it is so. 14:15 The dog beats. A look through the window showed: Pizzakind had just turned off his car and pulled up a mask. A friendly contact at the door, the handover of the boxes Pizza and Aluschale Pasta took place and 41.50€ plus tips changed the owner. The aluminum shells were still cracky hot. My pizza I put the 3min prophylactically in the oven until the rest was so distributed. And then it went. Somehow I still felt that it wasn't right. But what happened? For woman and daughter Tortellini al Forno 10,50 Tagliatelle al Salmone 10,00 For Schwiemu and me: Calzone plus. Garlic 9.50 0.50 Pizza Etna plus garlic 10,50 0.50 My wife Tortellini al Forno, despite the residence time, still perfect in the Gargrad and with a minced sauce that does not produce a jubilee scream now, but does not drag anything down. She ate her plate empty enough. It's hard to get rid of my daughter anyway. But she didn't get hungry later. I tried a little with her sauce and found her very pleasant. No more, no less. My Schwiemu was already visually bound to her calzone. The “houses” also found them worth showing. I didn't ask, but the calzone was largely fed in the end. And she was satisfied with the taste. Now, of course, one must also know that my shwiemu has grown up in a time that had its peculiarities, and now it belongs to a generation that one only distinguishes food in “bad” so unfit or “good” so edible. So let's go to my store. Looks really tempting. It was a pleasure. Yeah, well, a more airy edge would have been more beautiful, but you will be humble. And the edge wasn't that bad. The dough itself from the spice, but medium size. The floor was usually thin and somewhat firm. That was good again. In some places towards the edge, but almost again too thick and a little diligent. The coating showed quite “Etna” what I liked. But highlights were not among them. The Sugo was dead, but unfortunately not much. Salami and Tonno. Pepperoni crisp, so sweaty. The shrimps unfortunately died twice and three times, so furrows were the. And the garlic? Dead! The appearance and in particular the taste was granulated. If a house is not yet lost to the point, it is usually completed at the latest. Later, when the Schwiemu left and we cleaned up something, my dear wife asked me what I thought about it. I just meant that the pizza would be interchangeable and boring for which I wouldn't necessarily go to eat. That's exactly what she confirmed from her tortellini. Not bad, but nothing special. So we have to a certain extent a new house, now also venerated and do not believe that we must have it again. Of course, pizza and also pasta are not bad, but also interchangeable. In the end, the best thing about the whole action was that Schwiemu had pushed her wallet into my hand at the delivery and I wanted to pay with it.

The lockdown calls for its tribute. Now I have to check if I can formulate even more coherent sentences. Let's try it. And you have to suffer from it. My dear wife announced under the week that she would like to order food on Sunday. What do you care? At least the last sentence was a basis on which I could find something. To order food at pandemic times is of course one thing. The search radius must not be too large. And the problem started. In my rather rural area there is “only” good or very bourgeois. And after that it wasn't like me. This extended the search radius to around 10km resp. 10 minutes. Supplementary pommes are out of it, and pizza is actually too. Actually. But somehow, the thought in my cerebral cortex became apparent. Bad tongues would now claim that the attribute “big” would be flattered with me. But of course, as a whole, this is only a designation for an area under the skull cover and no indication of the qualitative, cognitive or quantitative performance of the entire apparatus. It's just that. This apparent discrepancy is also very nice to watch currently and for a three-quarter year on various demos. Get or deliver? What does the placebrake mean among the supply suppliers Delivery dildo? A short look into the net and in front of loud inflationary XYZ Express scales where are all actually? I've never seen it again. That's what my love meant: in Volkbach the La Piazza would deliver. My enthusiasm kept a little within limits, but the pizza was not quite like that at the time. However, there has probably been a new tenant since autumn 2020. There were also some pictures on the net and so a new house was tried again. The withdrawal made it possible to try this even in the middle of the lockdown. So far it has come ; 11:30am First contact attempt: homepage. That's great! The house is just on Pinterest. And there the card is not even cleared. Missing two/three lines at the bottom. Second contact attempt: Telephone Radebrecherde Deutschwissen at the other end of the line. Somehow it worked and the card was photographed again and whatsAppt. In, uh, more prodigious quality. You could just see what the lines were still offering. Third contact attempt: WhatsApp The order went out via WhatsApp. With exact formulation and desired delivery time. On vague assumptions that our counterpart had properly understood the order on the phone, we somehow had no desire. An OK quickly came back in the same way. All right, get drunk. The order was scheduled at 2:00 and Schwiemu had also announced. No, she was invited by my wife. Glazed terrace and great weather invited someone to meet again. And my love had never seen her mother since New Year's Eve. I don't, but I would have held it much longer. But, pssst, don't say more!!! The table is covered and the oven is preheated at 200°C for plates, pizza and pasta. The plates were of course brought out in a timely manner but as a backup for a thermally sluggish dough store, this makes me so light. 14:15 The dog strikes. A look through the window revealed: Pizzamensch had just turned off his car and pulled up a mask. A friendly contact at the door, the handover of the boxes Pizza and Aluschale Pasta took place and 41.50€ plus Tips changed the owner. The aluminum shells were still cracky hot. My pizza I just pushed prophylactically fast the 3min into the oven until the rest was so distributed. And then it started. Home. Somehow I still felt that was not right. But what happened? For woman and daughter Tortellini al Forno 10,50 Tagliatelle al Salmone 10,00 For Schwiemu and me: Calzone plus. Garlic 9.50 0.50 Pizza Etna plus Garlic 10,50 0.50 My wife Tortellini al Forno, despite the dwelling time, still perfectly fit in the Gargrad and with a minced meat sauce, which now did not produce a jubilee scream but also did not pull anything down. She ate her plate empty enough. It's hard to get rid of my daughter anyway. But she didn't get hungry later. I tried a little bite of her sauce and found her very pleasing. No more, no less. My Schwiemu was already visually attached to her calzone. The “Innereien” also found them worth showing around. I also did not ask, but the Calzone was in the end almost fed. And she was pleased with the taste. Now, of course, one must also know that my shwiemu grew up in a time that had its peculiarities, and now it belongs to a generation, that food is only differentiated in “bad” so inconveniently or “good” so edible. So let's get to my store. Looked really tempting. It was a pleasure. Yeah, well, a more airy edge would have been more beautiful, but you'll be humble. And the edge was not that bad. The dough itself from the spice but medium size. The floor was usually thin and somewhat firm. That was good again. In some places towards the edge, however, almost again too thick and a bit diligent. The coating showed quite “Etna” what I liked. But highlights were not among them. The Sugo was dead, but unfortunately not much. Salami and Tonno all right. Pepperoni crisp, so nice sweating. The shrimps, unfortunately, died twice and three times, so furrows were the. And the garlic? Deadly! The appearance and especially the taste of it was granules. If a house has not yet lost until the point, it is usually concluded at the latest. Later, when the shwiemu had gone, and we still cleaned up something, my dear wife asked me what I would have thought of it. I just meant that the pizza would have been interchangeable and boring average for which I would not necessarily go to eat. That's exactly what she also confirmed from her tortellini. Not bad but nothing special. So we have this, to a certain extent, new house, now also vespered and do not think that we must have it again. Of course, pizza and also pasta are not bad, but also interchangeable. Ultimately, the best thing about the whole action was that Schwiemu had pushed her purse into my hand at the delivery and I meant to pay with it.

Delicious! Food: 5 Service: 5 Atmosphere: 4

Very good food and super friendly owners! Definitely the best pizza in the area : Service: Take out Meal type: Lunch Price per person: €10–20