Stay humble. That’s my advice to this restaurant and its front of house. No doubt they’ll ignore it much like the tears of my little boy….

We were in the middle of town and we fancied pizza. My little one’s favourite food is margarita pizza preferably Neopolitan style. He’s six. I’ve brought him up the right way.

Ovio was nearby. It had good ratings. It’s even in the Michelin guide. What could go wrong? We walked in without a reservation and were promptly shown to a table. All good so far.

My marinara pizza came out first. It wasn’t bad. Lots of octopus. Tangy pomodoro. Heavy on the crust for some reason. But the centre was way too wet so you very quickly get a pancake textured base. Just not to my liking to have no undercarriage to speak of. Portnoy would not love this.

Then the margarita came out. My son was sooooo excited. BUT the pizza was orange. ORANGE?!?!? My son was inconsolable. Tears began to run down his sweet little face bless him. Clearly this was an over-reaction by my boy. The chef did not go out to upset my child. I asked our server why the orange. So it transpires the pomodoro is blended with cheese first and then laid on the pizza turning the vivid red into a garish orange. To be fair it tasted ok but there’s no reasoning with a 6 year-old child when he’s used to a classic margarita at least once a week. Our server could see our son was visibly upset. His response? Laughter. Yes laughter. A nervous laughter mind you not one borne of malevolence I’m sure. A like it or lump it laughter….

My blood was boiling but in fairness I couldn’t send the pizza back. There was otherwise nothing wrong with it…other than it wasn’t a classic margarita!!!! Look at the picture I’ve attached to this review. The Neopolitan guideline makers would be in uproar!!!

The server’s lack of empathy however was a hint of how this restaurant operates. They’re drunk on their “success”. Group after group of non reservation holders were turned away despite there being several empty tables. The bar tender had a constant scowl on her face. Overall a horrible ambience.

And genuinely the food was mediocre at best. My marinara pizza came with a stock pomodoro sauce. A kind and welcoming restaurant would have taken the margarita away and rustled up a classic to restore the ebullience in my child’s soul. Am I asking too much? Probably. But u suspect this standard from a restaurant in the Michelin guide.

Avoid this restaurant. I cannot recommend anything good about it. Especially their attitude.