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It’s the law that wherever in the world you are on holiday, you have to go for pizza at least one night. We’d been putting it off but, being law abiding citizens, knew that sometime we would have to bow to the inevitable. There’s not much to say about pizza. Occasionally it’s lousy. Occasionally, it’s excellent. Most times, it’s just OK. Piccolo Forno fits into “most times”.
All the usual suspects are there on the menu, together with a few more that have a local slant with the ingredients – I think I spotted one that had sobrasada. We ordered a Quattro Stagione and a Napolitana. They were OK – not exactly a thin and crispy base (and, in that respect, nowhere near as good as the offering at Ca N’Olesa) – but the toppings were fine.
The restaurant must be connected with the deli next door as that’s where all the desserts came from. Great slabs of undistinguished industrial “sweets”. Tiramisu made up in quantity what it completely lacked in quality. I think the word means “pick me up”. Nah! This was just sugary gloop that “lay heavy” and left me feeling vaguely queasy. The other dessert – a blackberry cheesecake – was similarly bland with none of the richness you expect from cheesecake.
And, while I’m having a whinge about the food, let me have a whinge about the actual place. They cram you in – the tables on the terrace are much too close together, meaning you almost feel part of the conversations going on at the tables either side of you. Not that either were at all interesting (which made it even worse).
The saving grace is price. €37 for the food, a couple of beers and bottle of water.
All the usual suspects are there on the menu, together with a few more that have a local slant with the ingredients – I think I spotted one that had sobrasada. We ordered a Quattro Stagione and a Napolitana. They were OK – not exactly a thin and crispy base (and, in that respect, nowhere near as good as the offering at Ca N’Olesa) – but the toppings were fine.
The restaurant must be connected with the deli next door as that’s where all the desserts came from. Great slabs of undistinguished industrial “sweets”. Tiramisu made up in quantity what it completely lacked in quality. I think the word means “pick me up”. Nah! This was just sugary gloop that “lay heavy” and left me feeling vaguely queasy. The other dessert – a blackberry cheesecake – was similarly bland with none of the richness you expect from cheesecake.
And, while I’m having a whinge about the food, let me have a whinge about the actual place. They cram you in – the tables on the terrace are much too close together, meaning you almost feel part of the conversations going on at the tables either side of you. Not that either were at all interesting (which made it even worse).
The saving grace is price. €37 for the food, a couple of beers and bottle of water.
