As an Italian living in Australia, I’ve learned to lower my expectations when it comes to pizza. I know I’m far from the motherland, and I do my best to adapt, not to mention I’m gluten intolerant, which complicates things further. That said, this was hands down the worst pizza experience I’ve had… and I’ve eaten across three continents.
My pizza arrived cold, clearly a frozen base with toppings thrown on top. I politely mentioned it to the waitress, who took it away; only to return the same pizza, just sliced and microwaved. At that point, I was speechless. I didn’t argue.
On the way out, I asked to speak to the owner and calmly explained the situation. I was told, ‘Why didn’t you tell the waitress?’ I explained that I had. The response? ‘Next time it’ll be better.’ Well, there won’t be a next time.
We were a group of eight Italians, every single pizza arrived burnt, two at a time. Trust me: do yourself a favour and go somewhere else. Definitely not recommended.