I could easily stay in Rome if not for the crowds. There are aromas wafting out of different shops: bakeries, pizzerias, bars, cafés, trattorias, etc., and I feel a little twinge of hunger in my tummy. The smell of Roman-style pizza is prevailing over all others. I fancy a slice.

I enjoy this style of pizza probably more than Neapolitan-style, probably because it can be thicker, crispier, and topped more generously with savory goodies without folding over or buckling under the weight of the toppings. I happen to see a pizzeria nearby and decide to sate my craving for a slice of Roman pizza.