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I went for a pizza on the warm summer night. I sat at a nice table in the courtyard. The selection of pizza (and pasta for this matter) is limited (not bad as such) and unimaginative. I went for the pizza prosciutto. Too much ham and too much gooey cheese tried to distract from the undercooked base that had not (high) seen enough heat. The sugo tasted like tomatoes directly from the can. Only one sprinkle of Oregano would have made a world of difference... I also had the insalata mista, which was an insult to its name: it consisted of romain lettuce and a few rocket leaves, with a yarn of four fiber sliver tomatoes and four fiber slivers cucumber. I'm afraid to say that the selection and qua...