Pizza Roma is the best Italian restaurant I’ve tried so far in Riyadh. This is a bold claim but what can I say? There’s no truer truth than that, at least according to my taste.
I would like to attribute that claim to the food alone but I know that food is not the sole reason a restaurant can become the best. All the elements of a dining place must come together in perfect harmony. I found that in Pizza Roma: the ambiance, the food, the staff… they’re harmonized in a way that I just thoroughly enjoy the dining experience with my loved ones and can’t think of anything else.
The staff recommendations were spot on. When the waiter placed the food in our table, the pizzas and pasta were all glistening under the soft light. The hues of the sauces of the 3 pasta were alluring … which one should I attend to first? The penne with the crimson Arrabiatta sauce, the ravioli with a tinge of pinkish-orange or the pale but creamy-looking fettuccini in white sauce? I tried all in the end and I was left pondering if I should order another plateful of everything. But the pizza prevented me from doing that. I knew I needed space in my stomach for a slice or two. Again, the pizza was glistening; I couldn’t take my eyes off it. The dough is thin and crispy, the gooey cheese just the right amount, and the toppings are adequate. They came together to create a burst of flavor in the mouth. I think I might have swooned with each bite of the basic margherita but I was too busy eyeing the next slice, this time covered in shrimps. I might have ignored the appetizer of crunchy bread with diced tomatoes at first but it did not lay forgotten in our table. The banana split was a no-fuss, simple, and sweet ending.
Even with the dividers, I still felt like I was sharing spaces with the guests on the next table without divulging secrets. I could hear snippets from random conversations but nothing was to loud to be heard clearly. In a way, that kind of hustle and bustle on a crowded night is therapeutic: the warm and informal atmosphere calms the nerves from a busy day and the wonderful aroma wafting from the oven caresses the senses. In Pizza Roma, I saw and tasted the passion of the Italian cuisine.
I did not know what made the dinner at Pizza Roma more enjoyable. Was it my friends who were with me? The conversations we had? The cozy little table where we were crammed in because it literally bonded us together? The conversations we had? Or the delicious food that made us happy? I think all of the above. Yes. All of the above.Pizza Roma,