Dining Out: Pizza at Home and Pizza in Italy
Finding good pizza on the Ocean City, NJ, Boardwalk is easy because the competition is fierce.
But many of us have our favorite place: Manco & Manco.
My niece, Lori, who now lives in Sedona, Arizona, managing the Alma de Sedona Inn, asked me to post a picture of Manco & Manco on Facebook. I guess she was a little nostalgic for the ocean breeze, the surf and sand, and the pizzzzzaaaaahhhhh!
Next, Lori asked me to post a picture of an M & M pizza that she could put on her refrigerator at work.
All this talk of pizza reminded me of the wonderful pizza I had in Rome.
Walking near Campo de’ Fiori on a beautiful, sunny, May day, we came to a pizza shop…actually a doorway entrance to a bakery with two standing-only tables outside.
Come on. We’re getting close. I can smell something delicious. Ah, it must be coming from this doorway…
Antico Forno Marco Roscioli, 34 Via dei Chiavari, Rome, Italy. (Forno means oven.)
You buy pizza by the inch (al tagio, by the slice) at forno Roscioli. I ordered “this much,” and the attendant cut off four inches of the margherita pizza, cut it in half, folded it over to make it sandwich-like, placed it in on brown waxed paper, and handed it to me. Delicious. Crispy. Flavorful. Hint of basil. Stringy cheese. Outstanding.
Tutto molto buono!
Wait, here comes another pizza hot out of the oven: pizza with tomatoes, ricotta, and fresh basil. Unfortunately, my four inches of margherita pizza had filled me up, and I couldn’t eat any more.
Here comes another: zucchini and cheese pizza. I think we’d better leave this pizza place! It is all too tempting.
Pizza. Now I’m hungry. Maybe I can sweet talk my dear, darling husband into running out for some now while I plan my next trip to Italy.