
“I wonder if they named this place after that actress who was on ‘The Sopranos’,” said Patrique on his way up the imported cobblestone stairs into the wood-brick oven pizza shop. Steven always wondered why the Frenchman was always grasping at the bits of American TV trivia but he too couldn’t help but wonder and be titillated by the flashing image of Drea DiMatteo’s lingerie and Michael Imperioli’s guns.

Charles gave the statue a little rub on the nose… “for fertility.”
And trotted up the stairs muttering, “This place better be better than KFC. Much better.” Charles never admitted that he went to fast-food chains, but that’s all he could compare any restaurant to.

Nancy just kept silent and followed the crowd. All she had to do was get through lunch and open up the pregnancy test when she got home. For extra luck she wouldn’t eat anything that would be nourishing for a baby. But only because she liked them, she would order anchovies. The salty fish always brought every flavor and enhanced the buttery texture from the cheese. She always silently cursed anchovy haters.

“How about we sit by the window?” asked Agnes. She just lost her sunglasses that morning at the wedding. But she couldn’t help rubbing the tragedy into her eyes. $400 dollars at duty-free. Gone without a trace.

“No, by the photos,” insisted Nancy. If she was going to eat well, she didn’t need Agnes complaining about the bright sun and hear her endless talk about the interior. “She really needs to just start her business already. How many times does she have to tell us about living room versus bathroom tiles,” she thought.

Steven followed Nancy, which led the others to quietly comply. They all liked being bossed around by Nancy, but didn’t want to be the first to show it. Things felt secure and clear when you followed her orders and Steven never seemed to be bothered by taking the hit to his ego. In fact, Charles almost thought Steven got off on it. Patrique just garbled up another half-quote by Jennifer Anniston trying to equate our pizza gathering to “Friends”.

“Ew, anchovies? At 1,000 won each?” crooned Amanda. “Why don’t you just use salt?”
“If you don’t want to share, then you can use your own salt,” Nancy blurted. She was getting tired of this already.
“No, it’s okay. Well, maybe we can order it on the side.”
“Yeah, fine whatever.”
Amanda just couldn’t justify 40,000 won for a pizza for herself, especially with anchovies… no matter how good it was.

The pizzas arrived and immediately Charles said it was better than Pizza Hut even though he said it had been years since he’d been there. Agnes stared at the wall and nibbled at the risotto she had ordered against better judgment. According to Patrique… there has yet to be a restaurant in Seoul that uses actual risotto instead of white rice. And he was right. Much to Steven’s consternation. He didn’t like the way Nancy smiled at Patrique’s constant showing off.

Amanda dropped her fork at the sight of the anchovies even though the rest of the table tried to pick at it with curiosity.
“Get over it already,” said Nancy as she stabbed her fork into a fish. “If you’re not going to eat it, stop spreading your germs on the plate.”

Suddenly Steven’s two bottled cokes arrived. And he and Charles happily gulped it down. Patrique thought what an ass. “Didn’t even offer if the rest of the table wanted to order something to wash down the pizza.” But he didn’t mind at all when Nancy’s bellini arrived shortly thereafter. She seemed so discreet and sophisticated. He wondered if she had ever been to France.

The meal ended rather unceremoniously. Despite being a bitter crowd, the quality of the food was quite satisfying. It certainly shut up all the critics who kept their banter to themselves or blurted out at a bare minimum. Everyone saved some room for dessert because the next stop was Patrique’s favorite patisserie in the neighborhood.

So from Italy and now on to France. “On y va!”

The story above is a complete work of fiction and unrelated to the persons in the photos. Just consider this an exercise in artistic practice as the Seoulite has grown tired of just giving a straight review of places and things. So suck an egg… or don’t read because he’s not really gonna care who reads it or not. It’s all an exercise.
Di Matteo
www.dimatteo.co.kr
02-511-4444
It is truly a superb pizza restaurant. The texture of the crust and the quality of ingredients are the star features. Price is bit expensive, but then again pizza is expensive in Seoul to begin with. To get there, find Once in a Blue Moon. Then go across the street into the Rodeo Alley. Make a right in the first alley after entering the Rodeo Alley.
Food: 5/5
Service: 4/5
Ambiance: 5/5
Or maybe one day you can get pizza from a vending machine: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/14/business/worldbusiness/14vend.html?_r=1&partner=rss&emc=rss&pagewanted=all