A long flight from Dallas and tense moments at Heathrow—we arrived at Marco Polo Airport in a frazzle. Rest time at the hotel in Mestre, and some dinner at six. Pizza was on our mind.
Google delivered up Pizzaria da Michele e Risto close by. 4.4 stars. Where’s the risk. Worth the walk (five blocks). Of course we had to first figure out that construction blocked off the sidewalk, and we had to backtrack and dodge traffic crossing without protection. And we arrived
I didn’t bring the Canon along, so photos are stolen from their site.
First mistake of the day was ordering the wimpiest pizza on the menu. If you go there do not order the zucchini with ricotta cheese and whole-wheat crust. The crust was just fine, but the combination of toppings falls absolutely flat. No tomatoes or sauce. The spice of life was long gone. And we ordered one each. More than we could handle.
Barbara had the sparkling water, but after dealing with Heathrow and British Airways, I needed some sauce of life. I got the Giesel Weisse beer, 40-ml glass. This stuff goes down most smoothly. I finished off with a bottle of sparkling water.
If you go there, know this. The staff is very English proficient and tops in all categories. They will include a 10% service charge, so tipping is not necessary. A bag of bread slices comes with the meal. The place is bright and up-scale. We came about six, and there was a line out on the sidewalk when we left.
Off on the train to Venice the following day, and back to Pizzaria da Michele again. This time at eight, and we waited the line outside. It was about a 10-minute wait, and this time we ordered a real pizza. Get the one with prosciutto, tomatoes, and mushrooms. We share one and their salad. Both tops. I had the Giesel dark this time. 5.50€ compared to 5.00€ for the white. Most satisfying.
We left about nine, and the line was still forming out on the sidewalk.
The place is a franchise, and I notice them all over Italy. We will look them up in Florence and Rome.