Wood Fired Pizza @ Spizza

Sliced parma ham with rock melon (Augusto)

If I have the supernatural power to read one’s mind, I want to know what the heck is in your mind.

If I can choose to be someone for a day, I want to be you cus I want to know what the heck is in your mind.

If I can wreck one’s head to read one’s mind, I’ll choose you cus I want to know what the heck is in your mind.


This is how it started…

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It was a total put off when I saw the name of this restaurant. Spizza? How uninspiring.

But I keep in mind what my mum always tells me, ‘never judge a book by its cover’. It is as good as telling me not to judge a guy by his under-average height and over-average weight. Erm, my apology.

It proves my mum right (again) as I read the story behind the name of the restaurant ‘Spizza’. The menu was interestingly portrayed by the individual names of each dish.

· 23 pizzas named after Italian women

· 9 desserts named after famous female opera characters

· 12 starters named after the emperors of Rome.

I wonder what were you thinking when you created Augusto. Why would you pair Sliced Parma Ham up with Rock Melon? A pig and a fruit? That disturbing thought just came across my mind. Somehow the saltiness of that piece of ham blended well with the sweetness of rock melon. Lovely.

Out of the 23 Italian women, we went for Quinta for the night. All because of the black truffle sauce.

Quinta came to us with a simple presentation, down to earth and unpretentious (just like me). It was topped with black truffle sauce and an egg, only.

I’ve never tried truffle. I was so amazed when I learnt about how much one gram of truffle can cost and how French glorifies this ugly fungus as ‘the diamond of the kitchen’.

In fact, I still didn’t get it even after having Quinta. Maybe the quality of the black truffle sauce used was compromised due to recession, maybe the unique taste and flavour the black truffle sauce evaporated in the wood-fire oven, maybe it was black and not white truffle sauce...duh...

In short, having Quinta is like having Mc Egg with black truffle sauce.

While some people describe men as pizza and women as spaghetti, for us, it is always the opposite. Spaghetti is never my thing. So when I was asked to choose the type of spaghetti sauce. I suggested having ravioli instead, at least it is more like eating ‘sui kow’ (Chinese meat dumpling) mah.

He showed me an irritated look. Fine. We’ll go All’arrabbiata then.

I didn’t have much of the arrabbiata. It was like spicy tomato sauce, yet I still topped it up with chilli flakes and black pepper. He claimed that the spaghetti was the best dish of the night so I guess it is worth trying if you choose to dine here.

The Homemade Venetian Tiramisu was named after Turandot. Irregularities were suspected as we sank our teeth into the spongy texture. Orange liquor instead of brandy was being used and the plate came decorated with mulberry sauce.

The meal costs me SGD 60 but we left with barely half-filled stomachs. Bar none, I don’t mind revisiting this place, you know I can’t resist thin-crusted wood-fired pizzas. But no more Black Truffle Mc Egg.

Price (to the best I can recall):
Sliced Parma Ham and Rock Melon – SGD 11
Black Truffle Pizza (12”) – SGD 17
Spaghetti All’arrabbiata – SGD 16
Tiramisu – SGD 9

Location:
Spizza (Club Street)

29 Club Street

Singapore 069414

Tel : 6224 2525

http://www.spizza.sg/