This is my favourite pizza place in Sydney.

Now, strangely enough, this isn't the best pizza in Sydney. But it's so damned close, that the charm of the place tips it over the edge. Although it looks like nothing special from the outside, as soon as you open the door, the charming hustle and bustle hits you in the face like a mighty bazooka. Smiles and laughter from staff and customer alike, and specials on the chalkboard that have me drooling from the outset.

I have no point of reference for "authenticity" in pizza. American style pizza, Italian style pizza, I have equal fondness for both. However, the execution of the traditional Italian style here is flawless. I dig the thin crust , giving maximum emphasis on the delicious toppings on offer. It's the kind of food that tastes like something you'd make at home if you had a giant wood fire oven and the perfect ingredients, as well as a recipe pried from the hands of an old Italian grandmother. Soul-warming food.
We got brilliant service here, and everybody in the restaurant seemed in high spirits. This is precisely the type of food that facilitates a good time, and it seemed that they understood their role perfectly. The room exerted a distinctly Italian vibe, from the proud AC Milan scarf to the fake FIFA world cup trophy on display. The rules chalked up on the wall provides a smile as well as an implicit guarantee of quality, being strict enough to be serious without being at all restrictive on anyone with respect for those who are trying to have some standards within their own goddamn restaurant.
The customer is not always flippin' right. They are more often wrong than not.

Writing this post, it makes me want to go back. SOMEBODY, LET'S GO EAT PIZZZZZZZZZA ^__^