Ben and I recently attempted to make pizza dough, inspired by our friends Nina and Mario, who recently had us over for home made pizza, and made it look super easy to execute. So, we obediently trundled off to the supermarket to score us some yeast, and hunkered down in the kitchen for some dough kneading. We do have a pizza stone, which we picked up for a bargain price, and then carefully stored it out of sight, to avoid having to use it… Once we had dug up the pizza stone, we were in business, but it seems our business plan was not entirely sound. We managed to undercook both pizzas that we made, the second one quite spectacularly, so much so that when we tried to shift it off the pizza stone, it completely disintegrated, and we were left picking out the most cooked bits, and eating the vegies on top. Unfortunately, I didn’t whip out my trusty camera to capture the moment, so you’ll just have to picture something completely unappetising, possibly resembling vomit on a plate. Completely the opposite of the perfect pizzas we get at Carpaccio in Leichhardt. Check THIS out:
Oh, Carpaccio, you just never disappoint. Your pizza bases are always crisp and tasty, your toppings well cooked, and your sauce never has that nasty canned tomato taste that can be the death of a good pizza.
This place is truly my favourite place to get pizza, in spite of the unappealing noisy fountain and dated brick work outside the restaurant. It does kind of look muy lame-o from the outside, but it’s really really good! Give it a try!
