It was such an excruciating long day.
I dragged myself to Da Remo’s because the walk somehow seemed less challenging than trying to convince my brain to combine ingredients in a sauce pan at home.
I walked in and my whole body sagged. Just a short wait and I could take my pizza home.
I felt small and tried to make myself even smaller as I squeezed into a corner between the door a refrigerator filled with beer.
“BUONASERA, DOTTORESSA!” the waiter practically screamed when he saw me.
He made a show of running over and kissed my hand. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Wait one second,” he continued, before reappearing with a free supplì. “While you wait for the pizza,” he winked.
I love Da Remo for this- this welcoming, loud, unapologetic atomosphere.
I also love their pizzas.
Crispy, thin, and just the right amount of toppings.
Da Remo takes no reservations, so it is good to arrive on the early side if you want a seat outside in summer.
While I sometimes take the pizza to go, it is really best eaten on the spot.
The diavola (spicy salami) is a favorite in our house.
Pizzeria da Remo
Piazza di Santa Maria Liberatrice, 44,
00153 Rome (Testaccio)
Open Monday – Saturday from 7 pm to 1 am (but no one really goes before 8 pm or after midnight).