After nearly 3 weeks of eating Thai food almost exclusively, we were ready for a break. So we decided to wander down a street in Chiang Mai where, earlier in the day we had seen a huge glowing sign that said, “Pizza”. As we made our way down the narrow street, our anticipation rose. No curry, no rice, no noodles…just good old fashioned cheese, tomato sauce and bread. Even a bad pizza would have sufficed. We came around a slight bend and there it was, the giant signboard practically shouting, “PIZZA!!!” We were so excited. We sat down next to a picture of the leaning tower of Pisa with the smells of garlic and herbs filling our noses. And then the room started to shake. Curious diners looked around and at each other with slightly worried looks. The shaking continued for a few seconds and then abated….an earthquake. The hanging plants were still swinging and the power lines outside were swaying to and fro. Already feeling slightly guilty about straying from Thai food, we pondered whether perhaps this was a sign from the universe that we should get back on the curry. The next sign came when the waitress informed us that they had just stopped serving pizza for the night.
Feeling defeated and slightly concerned (more from the lack of pizza than the possibility of being crushed in the rubble of a massive earthquake should that rumble prove to be just a warm up), we departed in search of….pizza. Universe be damned, we were going to find pizza even if it meant suffering eternal hellfire and damnation. Fortunately, a hundred meters or so down the street was yet another authentic looking Italian eatery. We must have been in Chiang Mai’s Little Italy. It turned out that this place was as authentic as it looked and the pizza was amazing. Jo, who has spent time in Naples boldly stated that it was the best pizza she has had since. And, the earth did not subsequently swallow us whole, which was nice.
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