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I just need to quickly update my previous post about Settebello, the new pizzeria in Salt Lake serving Neapolitan-style pizza. First the food: the pizza is good, but it’s not the way I remember authentic Italian pizza. The crust was a little too fluffy, as if they had allowed it to rise before baking; there was more olive oil than tomato on the top; and the mozzerella seemed as if it had been cut into strips instead of torn. They had aranciata (Italian-style orange soda), but as usual they only offered the tired old San Pellegrino version, which is not even close to the best.
All of this might have been okay but for the ambience, which was execrable. Everything was loud, chaotic and cheap, from the kids running around screaming to the tacky, flimsy furniture to the waiting area that was clearly an afterthought. I managed to finish my pizza, but once I was done I couldn’t get out of there fast enough—exactly the opposite of what an Italian dining experience should be.
If you’ve never had real, Neapolitan-style pizza (and if you live in Utah, chances are you haven’t), this is probably the best you can do. But in this case “the best you can do” isn’t good enough.
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