So very luscious. Zaffiro’s EBF pizza. Just nothing like it on Earth.
There is plenty of room at the inn for these goddam deep fried eggplant strips. There is not, however, plenty of room in my pants. That did not stop me from ordering them and a small pizza at Zaffiros the night before Christmas Eve. I will do my penance for this in January. It’s just around the corner. I can feel my gaunt self in the wings. In the meantime, can you pass me the gravy?
The old fashioned (sweet) is not mine.
So the Royal Mounted Indian Food Control Police made the trip from Belgium. First stop: Zaffiros. And there’s a good reason. Nothing is better than this.