There is no better pizza than pizza in the birthplace of pizza. I am speaking of Napoli here. Naples as called in English. But no. I refuse. Naples sounds like Nipples. And I know I am not alone. Don’t lie to me you all thought the same thing. So please for the love of God and all that is holy call it Napoli. Huh that rhymed.
Mostly I ate American food. Please do not judge me for that I wanted others but I am not feeding only myself and why would I selfishly choose a place that only I like? I am not a monster. But the PIZZA! The pizza was one of the best I ever had in Italy. Second only to the place that is riddled with roaches. Broke my heart the day I found out. I never ate a pizza so good. I wish I didn’t the secret ingredient. Trying not to vomit thinking of this. YUCK. So technically that makes Napoli the best place I ever ate pizza. It was my favorite, Margherita pizza with sausage. It is not the same as just a sausage pizza, trust me and try it one time. You will thank me later.
In all the best places in Italy the pizza is cooked by a wood fire oven. This takes a long time to get hot, so don’t expect pizza before 6PM at the earliest. And even that is when they start the fire in the morning. It needs to be super hot to cook the pizza correctly. Part of how it gets so perfect is the rapid fire style cooking. A pizza should take between 5-7 minutes and comes out thin and chewy and with a fluffy crust.
And the sauce, oh it’s so sweet and savory. It’s fresh from tomatoes and probably brewed the night before. Cooking is magic. I don’t care what anyone says. Magic is real and it is pizza.
This world class pizza can be found in the neighborhood of Spaccanapoli. Which yes, there is a song about this area. And yes, you should listen to it. It is amazing. There is this gnome there that you rub the nose for luck. I think this may be lesser known but it was interesting to witness. The nose was all golden from everyone touching it. I wish I had. I didn’t because everyone was touching it and last time I went to Napoli someone sneezed on me and I got covid. So maybe I am OCD since my germophobia is technically negatively affecting my life with restrictive behaviors. But also c’mon it’s gross. Please wash your hands first so I can touch his nose too? Maybe that is asking too much. Do you think I would get arrested for wiping it with a bleach wipe prior to touching it? Maybe next time I will try that. I have developed a habit of bringing cleaning wipes and soap with me. I prefer using soap and water to get that really good clean feeling, but I really enjoy the knowledge of something just being sanitized before I have to touch it.
So maybe bring wipes with you and go touch the gnome nose when you get a really good pizza. And wash your hands before you eat.
BethAshlei 
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