Poetry for Pizza

While reading an introduction of a B&B in Siracusa in Italian (Bed and Breakfast dei Viaggiatori, Viandandi e Sognatori, www.bedandbreakfastsicily.it), it struck me half way down the page that it was not only flowery but also romantic...something you would never see in the US in a description of a hotel.  But that's relfected throughout Italian culture, an emphasis and importance of style and presentation. 

While stopping over in Naples on my way back to Milan, I found a Tripadvisor and Google recommended pizzeria, a tiny hole in the wall that I almost missed, a few blocks from my hotel near Centrale (yes! for my 6:10am train), Pizzeria da Gaetano, via Casanova 109.    I got the DOP pizza with mozzarella bufala (from the Italian water buffalo), basil, and tomato, and it was good!  6.50€  Mac enjoyed it, too.  The wine was tasty as well, Rosso Rubino, Cantine Carannante, from Campania.

Near the end of my meal, I relaxed and studied the place better.  There were framed photos on the wall, maybe some certifications/authorizations from the city, and then....poetry.  About what?  What else:  how good Gaetano's pizza is in Neapolitan dialect.

Side note:  Gaetano comes from the Latin name, Caietanus, which meant "from Caieta" (a town) which is modern day Gaeta on the coast in Lazio.  The anglicized form is Cajetan.  

(Rough translations to be completed later)

To the Pizza

A beautiful pizza for all of this city, only Sir Gaetano knows how to do it. He seems to me to be a master, how much I love this meal while resting on my balcony singing this song:  Ta, fa, ca, tomatoes (?), ta fa ca, mozzarella, filled with marinara....and he does all of the flavors, and the rare ones, too, as you like, it bids you to eat, just prepared, put into the oven, and in 4 to 8 minutes a pizza is cooked and ready to serve!

Friends for...the Pizza!

A pizza is Gaetano's special song...I come to him, the genius, and I eat at almost any hour, so good, so flavorful, so succulent....I give you compliment!

To the Real Pizza

For you eating the pizza keeps your stomach healthy....you'll find a tasty and beautiful pizza...you can eat the rich capriccosa or for you he'll make what you prefer, and you can taste the beautiful margherita...

As I mentioned, this translation is in progress, in allestimento.  I'll update it later after getting some help on translating the Neapolitan.  Until then...what poetry would you write about your favorite pizzeria?  Or your favorite restaurant or food?