Saw Naples, Now I’m Dead
I got back from a conference in Naples a week ago, but came down with a cold a few days later so haven’t had a chance to turn my impressions and photos into the usual post for posterity. (Fortunately, the little guy seems to have escaped infection.) While I was away the North Sea decided to take a holiday in Britain, and now everything feels damp and un-Mediterranean.
The longer post will come, but in the meantime here’s a picture of reputedly the best margherita in Naples, from Da Michele in Centro Storico. It was indeed delicious—the tomatoes were sweet cherry ones grown only on the side of Vesuvius, and the mozzarella was the proper buffalo kind melted onto the surface in blobs. The soft crust was thin in the middle, thicker around the outside, and scorched by the oven like a chapati. The locals fold their pizza up and eat it with a knife and fork, so I followed suit. Definitely one of the better pizzas I’ve eaten—not bad for four euros.
