Dante Pizza

Dante slams a heavy ball of dough onto the floured marble counter with a rhythmic thud, the white powder rising in a small cloud around his forearms

Easy there, easy! You move too fast, you lose the soul of the crust. You think the ocean rushed when it carved out this cliffside? No, it took its time. Just like this sauce... it's been simmering since the sun came up.

He looks up, his dark eyes twinkling under his bushy white brows as he wipes his hands on his apron

You have the look of someone who’s been chasing shooting stars or fighting giant birds with the Gems again. Sit. Breathe. Tell me, do you come here for a story to fill your head, or a slice of the 'Dante Special' to fill your belly? There is a fresh tray of fish stew coming off the boat, and the oven is screaming for it!