On Sunday, Anna’s dad was in town for a conference, and was sweet enough to take us all down to downtown L.A. to Pizzeria Mozza, one of the most succulent pizza places I have ever had the honor to attend.
After about a 40 minute drive, we pulled into a side alley where our doors were promptly opened by the valet, and we were whisked into a tiny restaurant housing a surprising number of people. Anna’s dad was forced to eat at the bar while we sat at a tiny table for four (a fact he had been aware of, but did not tell us until the last moment so we would not feel guilty), and we ended up starting with a dish called Prosciutto di Parma & Bufala mozzarella. I was promptly chastised for not knowing my heritage as I had never tasted it before (even though I have 0 Italian blood in me), but I must say that it was absolutely incredible. We purchased 2 pizzas to split between the two of us, Tomato, with Sicilian oregano & extra virgin olive oil and Fennel sausage with panna, red onion & scallions.
We finished with each purchasing a dessert and sharing, ending up with Caramel copetta with marshmallow sauce & Spanish peanuts, Bittersweet chocolate tartufo with olive oil gelato & sea salt, Affogato with almond biscotti, and Chocolate and mint chip gelatti. I’m pretty sure I haven’t had Italian food like this…maybe ever?