Today I asked Stephanie from
Side by Side Survival Guide to tell us about an adventure she has had lately:
I call this an adventure because it's quite a thrill to put clothes on, drive into downtown, and go somewhere i've never been. it's a big deal for us. so, a few weeks ago during Nick's last finals week we just felt like we needed an adventure. Since gelato was number one on our list at the time, we wanted to go somewhere that served gelato that we'd never been before. the decision was made and we ended up at
Settebello Pizzeria Napoletana in downtown Salt Lake City. it is an authentic pizzeria "defending the origin of pizza making tradition as it began Napoli over 200 years ago." in other words, it's the real stuff.
even though i was nervous, and it was like everyone was wondering why we walked into this restaurant, it was a quaint little place that i visually enjoyed. we ordered the Insalata (a salad of mixed Greens, balsamic vinaigrette, cracked pepper and shaved parmigiano-reggiano) for an appetizer, and the Capricciosa (crushed tomatoes, prosciutto cotto, atichoke hearts, roasted mushrooms, olives, mozzarella, basil, extra virgin olive oil) pizza to share. even though they serve "individual" pizzas, it was big enough to share. and you have to ask them to cut it for you if you want yours in slices because in the Napoli style, pizza is served whole.
our waiter was a little snot. nick pronounced the pizza "Cap-ree-chee-oh-sa" and the waiter was like, "you mean 'cap-ree-chosa?'" and gave us a look like, "just stop trying, now. you don't know anything." yes, you bum, we aren't Italian so deal with it. and i mentally smacked his unshaven face. whenever we go out to eat i always have to wage an invisible war with whoever is serving us... but that's another story.
anyways, if we don't move to Italy soon I'm going to burst.
the salad was freshy-fresh with the perfect amount of tasty. (silly americans, don't you realize you don't have to douse your salads in fat?) the pizza was unlike anything i've ever tasted before in my life, and that's no joke! it was like my mouth flew on a magic carpet ride over to the Mediterranean. the olives were a bit salty for my taste, so halfway through my half of the pizza I plucked them off and tossed them at nick. (our waiter gave us an unapproving glare to which we replied in our minds "yes we are 5 years old. deal with it.")
and since this was our first time at this type of restaurant we weren't familiar with how you get gelato at the end of your meal. our waiter said we could go over to the gelato shop (connected to the pizzeria.) thinking he would just add it to our bill, we left it on the table and waltzed over (doo do do do do).
nick asked for some gelato. a conversation commenced and the guy at the counter was like, "you have to have your waiter bring it to you, you can't get it here."
so we went back over (doo do do) while the whole place stared at us. "what a couple of noobs," they were probably thinking. and our waiter probably thought we'd skipped out on the bill. but he came back to the table before he realized we were gone and we ordered our gelato like nothing had happened. (win) but he got annoyed, sighed and said, "okay, i have to take your bill back then." pff, whatever. JUST BRING ME MY GELATO.
although it was the most expensive gelato we've ever ordered, and super awkward, and our waiter was a prissy minimum-wage know-it-all, it was still good pizza. i recommend it if you're want east coast service and eastern hemisphere dining.
but that's one more adventure added to our list!