The night was coming to a close and we were hungry. Obviously. The Berlin Teigel airport was sparse in its food selection and after a seven hour layover, everyone was more than ready to get to the final destination. Upon landing in Naples, we were teased by the fact that our final destination, Sorrento, was an hour drive away. En route to Grand Hotel La Favorita, we learned about the surrounding area. Upon entering into Sorrento, I’d asked the driver where we should dine for pizza. He recommended Red Lion. Red Lion, you say? I couldn’t believe it. Give me Tratorria Pizza or Casa Luigi or something more Italian sounding. Given that he was a local, I seriously considered going even though it was not nearby.
Asking the concierge about the location of the pizzeria, I asked if there was a traditional place to go nearby as the whole family was exhausted from hours upon hours of travel. We were advised of Acqu’e Sale which was situated in the new port area. In order to get there, we had to take an elevator down to the base of the cliff areas. It was the only way. 60 seconds in, we’d landed at sea level.
Once we exited to the port area, we had no idea where to go and began walking. We past a few restaurants but none of which we had been advised. Thinking we’d had the same fate as the empty cabanas seaside, we came across a white walled, open glass window restaurant. I crossed my fingers and low and behold we had found Acqu’e Sale.
Entering, we were seated and given a welcome cocktail. The drink comprised of sparkling wine, curaçao and some chopped up fruits.
Seated in front of the wood fire pizza oven, I was mesmerized by the pizza chefs who were pipping fresh dough for use right in front of me. There were so many options for pizzas (and other items), I was unsure what to decide and more so because everything was in Italian. Luckily, the waitress was helpful in guiding us to choose the correct pizza.
Looking to try something new, we opted for a margarita pizza with prosciutto and arugula. There was love baked into this pizza. Every bite got better as the night progressed. You could tell that everything was fresh.
Had we not been exhausted and I had more room, I would have loved to try a different pizza as everything was reasonably priced. The prosciutto margarita was finger licking good. I cannot imagine any of the rest would disappoint.
Heading back to the hotel and traversing through the port area to get back to the elevator, we came across a cute little snail. Just like our dear friend, we slowly moved back as we digested a wonderful meal.
Piazza Marinai D’Italia, 2, 80067