Fluffy pizza (nothing wrong with that) complete...
Fluffy pizza (nothing wrong with that) completely wet in the middle (this is wrong) served on a paper towel (more wrong, because it remained glued to the wet part of the pizza ) all served on a decolored and old silver-painted children-party cardboard plate. You can imagine how great was my business-friendly meeting while try to spit the wet paper mixed to the wet part of the "pizza". Because I'm ear impaired and I wear ear aids I gently asked to the man behind the counter to lower the music, first I asked him in Italian (which he didn't understood at all....great..so I asked him in French.. (It's like go to a chinese restaurant but everybody speak finnish..it give you a sense so deep of genuine, authentic, trustworthy place that it really makes you happy of your choice....), If we take as 100 the volume of the music before my request, we can say that the volume of the music after my request was 99,97999. Obviously the songs were all the italian trashy shit of the eighties (Toto Cotugno, Albano e Romina, Celentano) but that are so appreciated by the mentally challenged persons like for example the Germans., The soggy pizza arrived quite fast for the little sum of 18 euros and the bottle of water for 4,50€ was luke warm as grandma like for not catch a sore throat.. At the end of the meal I asked for a big coffee and the french man looked at me shocked because in their "real Italian place where everybody is italian including him" there is only eXpresso (pronounced of course with X like all the imbeciles do) and ristretto. Ok real italian people , I was born in 1973 in Italy, I was raised in Italy, I did all the schools in Italy, I served 4 years in the army in Italy and I lived in Italy until 2001 and my father family lived in Italy since at least the year 1409 ( first recorded ancestor is Johanne f. Donati Petergali de Reschazis de Clixione) and my mother family surname is cited in the Divina Commedia by Dante Alighieri in Inferno canto XXXIII which was wrote b...