Pizza...

I ate pizza from the pizzeria that was ranked #4 in the whole world! I thought that was a pretty big deal...and it was very good. Best thing, is that it's right down the street from mia casa. We decided the best way to eat pizza around here is al taglio, which basically means by the slice. They have these huge square pizza and when you order, they cut you a piece depending on how big you want it to be. They show you where they might cut you a slice, look up at you for the ok and you can say more or less, depending on how big you want it. Then they cut it, fold it in half like a sandwich and wrap it up in a piece of paper so you can carry it along and eat while walking away. I am not the best at eating and walking at the same time, especially with mozzarella and marinara sauce dripping all over the place. But I just make a huge mess, then clean up mia faccia when I am done. The other day, after ordering a slice, the lady said, "tutto?" which means "everything?". I thought she was asking if that was all I wanted, just the one piece of pizza, yet she really was asking "do you want everything?" So, she didn't even slice the pizza and handed me the whole thing, which was about 4lbs of pizza! We walked away and I was like, "why did she give me so much pizza? Sean just laughed and said, "you told her that is how much you wanted!" Luckily, he helped me eat it...