This had better be good

It was the warning my husband gave me before we set off to town, on our way to the new (for us) pizza restaurant. There was no 'or what will happen if it isn't', just a plain statement.

It didn't start well, they had lost my booking and they were full. Mid-week too! The girl (we later learnt was part of the ownership) was friendly and said she'd have a table free in about twenty minutes so we had a drink down the road and came back later, she was just clearing a table. The place is nice, warm, rustic charm.

They really do have a wood burner and the freshly cut logs are stored just through the door as you enter.

It isn't an Italian restaurant, it's an Italian 'pizza restaurant'. The menu has a huge range of pizzas and a few burgers, which you have to order in advance. But if you want anything else you'll be disappointed. As to the food we actually experienced, my husband gave it a thumbs-up. Not bad for an avowed non-pizza man. With a few caveats but nonetheless he was pretty impressed with the freshness and quality and in fact said the mozzarella was the best he's ever tasted and the tomato sauce second only to his own:) The pizzas are huge and neither of us could finish the crusty outsides, we shouldn't have had the garlic bread and olives to pick at. The 'house wine' (which was all they had in 3 shades red, white, rose) is superb, too expensive my husband thought until he tasted it, a Puglian primitivo which could easily sit on a posh menu at a much higher price.

The place had Italians eating, a good sign. We were amongst the last to finish and got chatting with the 'girl' who in fact runs it with her husband. She was nice and told us their history from Naples and how they wanted to keep it as close as possible to how they did things back home. Hubby, who we didn't meet, is chef and general jack of all trades, he even made the furniture for the restaurant all from chunky oak, you could tell they take pride in everything they do.

P was impressed. "So I don't get spanked then," I said on the way back to the car.

"Would it disappoint you if I said no?" P asked placing his hand on my backside, then added,

"I suppose it would depend on the type of spanking you had in mind."

"You know me I'll take any type," I only half joked.

Will we go again? I think so, it's on the list. P's only criticism, and it's general not specific, was that there isn't enough variety of flavour, no matter how good the flavours are, he likes more varied flavour and texture too. But that's not a bad criticism from my husband, not at all.

Did I get spanked? I'm afraid not but I did get a rather pleasant reward of another kind:) 

We're away for a couple of days. 

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx