My default setting for pizza is generally the hotter-the-better; you know the type – the one with the extra pepperoni and extra chillies on it. It’s usually there on the menu described as Vesuvio, Lava, Flame or anything else which involves molten rock or burning.
I just wanted to tell you this to set the scene – I’m not some fiery-pizza green horn. I know what I’m doing. I’ve been there before in the depths of flame and ash.
So, I was a little surprised to beaten by a pizza with an innocuous-sounding name.
My first piece was hot; well not just hot it was extremely hot. Tasty, of course, but far hotter than I’d expected.
Only compounded by a second piece which further added to the intensity.
By the third piece (And can I just stress that these were pieces cut off with a knife and fork, not slices of pizza) I had to take pause and ask for a glass of water.
Caroline and Lucy were amazed that I’d seemingly been beaten so quickly by this pizza. So, I struggled gallantly on. Slowly.
I did manage to finish this challenging pizza – but it did take a little while longer than I’d anticipated. It was very tasty and, surprisingly, I would have it again.
I’ve since discovered that it was the n’duja sausage which gives it such a blast of heat.
We’d not been to visit Orlandos Italian Restaurant before, but my sister had heard good things about it.
The interior was a cacophony of pictures and posters and statue, hanging fruits and blackboards.
The owner and waiters entertained us throughout with table magic, silly hats and ventriloquism. But they needn’t have bothered – the food itself was fantastic.
Now, I don’t often break free from my love of pizza, but on this occasion I tried something different.
I have to be honest – I don’t really like pasta all that much, so I don’t really know why I chose the tortelini.
Stuffed with pumpkin and cheese and served with tomato and courgette.
Oh, my goodness! It was freakin’ gorgeous! Absolutely mouthwatering and every mouthful was rich with flavour and textures.