Bill and I have fond recollections of the delicious, inexpensive pizzas at La Montecarlo.
Hungry after a morning spent looking at William Kentridge's Tiber stencils we went there again for what we knew would be a satisfying lunch.
I needed to taste tomatoes so we started with an insalata pomodori (a phrase worth mastering: tomato salad).
We are both fans of the simple pizza Margherita -- just mozzarella cheese and tomato sauce
on a thin, oven-blackened crust. The true test of a fine pizza establishment.
Goes down well with a half-litre of wine and a litre of bubbly mineral water.