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Pizzeria Trianon da Ciro

Via Pietro Colletta, 42

Napoli , Italy 

081 5539426

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VdV Rating: 4.5

Food:   Pizza

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PRO: Excellent Bufala Margarita pie!
CON: Nothing…well, maybe offer a white wine? It gets hot here!

First stop after landing at the Napoli airport on our way to Capri? Pizza pie, kittens! From the source, to boot – Napoli, the birthplace of the Margy Pizza. We always have gone straight from the Napoli airport to the ferry port for our planes, trains and automboile adventure it takes to get to Capri. I mean, I don’t care what they tell ya, from the stuff we’ve seen this town is a shit hole (sorry, dear citizens of this lawless town, not you just…well, most of this town. And please, no horse’s heads on my Serta). We can settle on massively gritty if you prefer.

“Hey it’s not personal. It’s business” (any Godfather fan will get this. Note: if you are not a Godfather fan, shut this browser window now. And don’t come back. P.S. We love love love the Italian people, you guys are da best.

But since we’ve turned full-bore pizza bitches, and this is the pizza capitol of the free world, we decided to pay homage. Even if we had to risk getting caught in the crossfire of a gang war just to eat a pie and report back to you, our loyal VdV’rs. And to help decide on where to go, we turned to the World Wide Web. And lo and behold, we found one person’s listing of the top 10 in Napoli and it seemed a pretty spot-on list to get our pizza venue sorted out.

We first went to Da Michele, but the line was long, and again, we really didn’t want to dally too long in this coastal oasis. Plus we had a ferry to catch! So just around the corner was another top contender, Trianon. Bingo. No line for some reason, maybe ‘cuz it’s huge. 3 levels. We wheeled in our huge, American-sized suitcases, tried not to knock anything over (I said tried), and the three of us – me, the other J and our guest Pizzaolo judge who flew in from London, Barry (ok, our best bud) – grabbed a table on the ground floor corner, shoved our suitcases in the corner and dove in.

Nothing fancy here, kittens. Chairs, tables, and a floor. Actually 3, as I mentioned above. If you bothered to notice. This place has been around since the early 1920′s, so it’s definitely not their first rodeo. These guys do the ‘In ‘N Out’ Burger’ strategy. Do  one thing, and do it genius-style. This is not an Italian joint serving pizza, pasta, scungilia and other stuff, they just serve pizza. And wine. Wait. Red wine. Only. Let’s just call it a ‘non-vintage’ and leave it at that, shall we? Hey we didn’t argue, and our guest judge Barry thought better about suggesting they carry a Rosé lest he may  have gotten served a 5-banger in the ‘ol snotbox. And don’t expect a lot of witty banter. They’re here to serve you a pie. Use your mouth for chewing, follow me, punk?

So we ordered three bottles of ‘Red Wine’ and a couple pies from their list of 29 – the Margarita Pizza w/ Bufala Mozzy (watch out this will be a recurring theme the next several posts), and a Funghi.

These guys know their pies. They come out imperfect, feel me? Not perfectly round, certainly not sliced. Hand crafted, this ain’t Dominos. The Margy pie was fan-f’ing-tastic. Perfectly blistered crust, nice and thin all the way to the edges, with a nice, sweet tomato sauce, and a pantload of creamy bufala mozzarella. The only knock? Remember – Key Ingredient Distribution! Meaning, they scrimped on the basil. Bummer. But in their defense, a traditional Napoli-style Margy pie only has a little basil. So for that, bravo.

The Funghi pie was great as well. The most fresh shrooms I’ve ever had on a pizza, and not those button shrooms like ya get in the states. I’m no Italian mushroom expert so I’m not going to venture a guess, but they were plentiful and super-duper flavorful. Again, the sauce was nice and sweet in the perfect amount, but – Snap! we had one issue. The crust on this bad boy was a little bit, slightly only noticable if you’re a pizza bitch…doughy.

Bottom line? Napoli might be kinda a shithole, but it’s a shithole whose pizza we will eat! So how will this place stack up against the places we visit in Capri? I don’t know either! Check back pronto for our  Capri Pizza Round-up!

PIZZA!