Fast And Food Pizza Napoletana - Rom

Pizza changed and of poor quality. The management changed the dough from Neapolitan to Roman overnight without notifying customers and above all continuing to keep the flyers boasting Neapolitan dough. I do not recommend due to the quality and seriousness of the management.

This pizzeria saved two of my otherwise missed dinners: good Neapolitan pizza with excellent ingredients and friendly, kind service. Personally I recommend it and after the first evening, I went back the following evening : Food: 5 Service: 5 Atmosphere: 5

Excellent pizza Food: 5 Service: 5 Atmosphere: 5

Very tasty , best balance between cheese, dough and vegetables. And the place was almost closed at 2:15 in the night, and the guy reopened the kitchen for us, and prepeared the best pizza Service: Take out Meal type: Other Price per person: €1–10 Food: 5 Service: 5

Hungry for the night, I talk to you. Ordered just after 2am on Just Eat, half an hour wait, 500 meters, no-n/r-bad. Burger London Sax... MEH! _100% high quality beef, zero juicy but not dry. _cheddar, which however is a white cheese slice _avocado, bland but if you look you see it without having to look _grilled tomatoes, which is actually a sun-dried tomato, which is actually a rubber sole, which is actually a sun-dried tomato again _salad, package iceberg? We like it the same _parmesan flakes, were they really there? I'm (re)discovering it now that I'm (re)reading the menu, maybe yes, what does the palate say? Maybe yes ok, pass. _butter and mayonnaise sauce, friends, it was either a wonderful spread and blended so well with the rest or I swapped it for the melted outside of the non-cheddar. BONUS: _the bun has the dear old smell of when you opened the family pack of 6 taken at the supermarket without the blessing of mum who didn't want to make hamburgers at home and then you made yourself one that time your parents went out on Friday and left you alone at home at fifteen playing CoD online, watching MJ dunking Space Jam on Italia1 and possibly working your imagination. Preparing it was simple, you don't have any gherkins, let alone the bacon, but the sandwich had to be made anyway, so you went down the slices that had been standing there for three months, it was your cheddar, it replaced the other five buns in the pantry for the whole next season; then toss in a loosely chopped lettuce leaf, do I put the mayo or ketchup first? Spruckkk one here and one there! Tie! Smear or not? Oh **** flip the beef burger, fine, fiú, eeeee ah yeah, it looks good, open the fridge, let's...let's see....sundried tomato? Why not?! You had never heard the word gourmet yet in your life, but in your own way you were reinventing the very concept, napkin, fresh coke... how hard. Enjoy your meal. That was worth at least €12.90. A lot for a fifteen year old, made for free at home. There are many even now, almost double the age. Too many if you consider the probability that in those 12.90€ you are paying by eye two other customers who have never arrived that the dear bankers I imagine are there hoping they will enter. But food is emotion, flavour, perfumes, memories, remote and mysterious areas of the brain intervene and synaptic signals bounce back to give you the impression that after all, for once, without thinking too much about it, that fat little monster roughly wrapped in bare foil, without a napkin, without a card, which was entrusted to you in an envelope by Ahmed, who rushed by bike on a sultry July night, was worth welcoming him among your hopeful and hungry hands. The fries were re-fried. PS: Note in the photo the difference between the real and the photos on Just eat. The scam is in the air, I think I've already expressed myself enough, but if that weren't enough, you might consider trying those, scrolling through the menu, with stuff like grilled pears... You'll let me know. PPS: Remember, dear off-site friend, possibly a SCEG student , that I ordered late at night and any quick service can also be forgiven, imagining I'm the only scassamin to turn on the grill and fryer on Wednesday night. PPPS: Do you have those tinned chickpeas you got from Conad last year? And that cheap feta from Todis??? Ohhh and how about that stale bread you wait a couple more days before throwing it away? Toast it in cubes with chickpeas, add cherry tomatoes, diced feta cheese, spicy EVO oil stolen from the Calabrian roommate and you'll save yourself these blessed €12.90. You'll explain the cursed mess of frying pans to the others tomorrow.