We had been in Italy 5 full days and at this point we had yet to have pizza. Our final day in Tuscany we tried an Italian Pizzeria. As we were seated our server stated loudly and firmly, “Noh peeza too-day!”

What? No pizza served in a pizza restaurant? I was disappointed, but not without hope. We were heading North to Lake Como, Italy, where they would surely find great pizza.

After a long train ride with a stop in Milan, we checked into our hotel. I did what I always do—checked Yelp to find a good pizza place. We were thrilled to see it was right behind our hotel. Da Michele Pizzeria was established in 1870, so we figured they knew a thing or two about good pizza!

We arrived before they opened, and a line of locals was already formed. This was a good sign! Below is the kitchen already busy making pizza!

It’s not easy getting a table for 8 in most Italian restaurants. This time we were pleasantly surprised.

The pizza was very large, thin, hot and delicious. It was so thin you had to fold it in half to pick it up for a bite. Now I know the reason this is a favorite way to eat pizza. It is a necessity here. While I didn’t love how thin the crust was, the taste was worth the effort to eat it.

When we were filled and satisfied our server treated us to one of Tom’s favorites—limoncello. It’s the perfect after dinner drink following a hearty meal.

We are on Nana and Papa duty until next week, so I’ll pause on posting. I want to give my Tennessee grandkids all my attention.

Until next time…