As per Covid protocols I decided to takeaway and sit on a park bench somewhere alone. The food came within a couple of minutes and I barely had time to pay before I was being summoned by the chef to collect my steaming hot box.
According to my Airbnb host, the pinsa is a thinner version of Neopolitan style, a lighter version. It turned out he was right, but the fanfare he bestowed on it was misplaced.
In reality it was a poor cousin of Naples pizza. Thin, yes, crispy, yes, flavoursome? No. The tomato sauce which swam up the sides was bland and lacking any tang. The cheese was your general assembly of mute bubblings. The dough was dramatically lacking in salt. All in all I took a few bites for posterity and discarded the rest in a trashcan before heading South West through tree-lined streets, occasional parks, extremely rich snobs and the wind forever kicking up my hair reminding me who's boss.
These recommendations are just personal opinions based on my palate, things change, chefs get fired or replaced, places open-close, relocate, so take it all with a pinch of MSG and discover your own gems too. But please do try a few of these, they have been researched exhaustively.
"Sadness is tempered by umami, grief by the motion of slurping, hope restored by the ladling of glistening, fatty broth"