Friday night. Pizza nght. Mmmm.
This is no Frankies or The River, mind you. No siree Bob. This is authentico neopolitano pizza. No meat. No pineapple. You ask for it and you're asking for it!
Its a great opportunity to catch up with Julia and Sandro and to see how Peter is progressing with his February Fasting.
Sitting on the curb in Lygon Street in Brunswick is so cool. Cooler than those who were stuck inside on this warm Friday night. The trams rumbled past and the clowns on their noisy bikes rumbled past. And the girls in their pretty dresses strolled past and they didn't seem to mind one little bit.
Shared a couple of pizzas (eventually) and found out about what Georgia and James have and will be doing.
Entertained by some energetic pizza tossing which, while visually exciting, will never replace a good belly dance like you get at the Turkish restaurants.
We were glad that our pizzas had already been delivered as the ones that were getting flicked around may have been a little tired.
The mains arrived and conversations died as we hoed in (okay, as I hoed in) to some great tucker. The boys had linguini pescatore and Julia and Jan had the pork ragu. Eva had some risotto.
We left around 10:30 and things had quietened down a bit. No rain after some threatening clouds caused some concern given our exposed location. A good night was had by all.