Mama told me never to talk with my mouth full. So this is going to be short and sweet.
There are few restaurants in our beautiful city that actually know how to make Pizza. Like, REALLY make pizza. The way it should be made. The way it’s made in Italy.
Bevo is one of them.
Let’s just say that while stuffing my pretty little face, I was anything but a lady. And using the excuse “where I come from we eat it with our hands” didn’t quite have the desired effect. Rather, Mr. Haze just rolled his eyes, and ducked his head out of sight of confused neighbouring tables. To summarize: the sauce is outstanding, the cheese is amazingly fresh mozzarella and it’s so perfectly thin… the piece de resistance, the wood-burning oven- what a beaut.
DO NOT get me started on the Nutella pizza (I ate the whole thing to myself). There is nothing, NOTHINGGGG better. Ideal mixture of salty and sweet, and gooey and crispy, and chocolate and bread, and … and… and..
Looking back I could tell you that the service was beyond friendly and attentive, that the music was rockin’, that the crowd was good lookin’ and that it had a great post-dinner party vibe. But last night, at exactly 9:37 pm, none of that mattered, it was just me and my Pizza Pie all alone in that big ol’ restaurant. THAT’S AMORE.
Location: 410 Saint-vincent, Old Montreal, Montreal, Quebec, H27 3A5