There's something very old school Aussie Italian about this place. It's small and dark in that moody Italian pizzeria kinda way. If it happens to be a kid free zone, settle in I say, imbibe the torturous aroma of fresh cooked pizza wafting from that hectic oven. And imbibe a belisimo bottle of red or two from Vintage Cellars which is superbly positioned directly across the road.. via a zebra crossing, so not even traffic will get between you and your next drink. Like any authentic pizza joint, the menu is painted on a board above the action, and they're served on light as a feather timber plates. The crust could be a little thinner, and the toppings can take their soggy toll on the base below if they're not careful. This simply means you have to eat it faster - to prevent further sog. Overall though, the pizza is good, and the supreme is chock a block as it gets with toppings, so little sog can be expected under such a hefty load. The only thing that gets my goat is the enormous plasma television blaring over our heads. Surely, a little Pavarotti wouldn't go astray... read more