Before getting into the food/service/ambiance deets, let's just say this is my new favorite pizza place. The pizza - thin, crispy crust* with just the right balance of cheese to stay stuck when you grab a slice. And funny thing that my daughter was saying walking in: there is one little thing can take a pizza from "ok" to "f'n nice!": Seasoning. Most joints rely on cheese & toppings alone to define their pies. Not Fellini's. There is a solid shake of oregano and a touch of salt on each piece making the pizza truly outta sight.

We got one Bacon/Jalapeño slice and one with lacy, sliced onions. My kid also ordered a toasted Muffuletta - New Orleans' version of an Italian Grinder. Wedges were everything I said above. The sandwich, however, coulda used rethink - toasted with the pickled giardiniera/olive relish on the cold cuts, it lead to vinegary salami juice gushing from all sides at the first bite. That would be easy enough to fix: put the toppings on after heating.

Service... Well, one has to take into account where the restaurant is. Unpolished or Un-cuddly might be ways to describe it. My daughter just noted, after getting our order coarsely dropped on the counter, "Jeeeez, they're kind of mean here".

I first reminded her that we were in Providence. Service rarely gets more than luke-warm in this town. Especially on the East Side where most front of the house staff work with RBF andtheir undies permanently bunched up. But I also explained they weren't necessarily mean: The tall guy? The one who got exasperated that nobody jumped as he held a box and kept repeating, "Two slices! Who's got the two slices!" (Almost everyone had ordered two so people were asking "what kind are they?" Which seemed to upset him.) When I asked what kind, he glowered, opened the box to show me. "That's us!" I exclaimed and he tossed the box at us. That guy, I told her, wasn't mean - He was an idiot and it hurt his brain to say pizza words so he was extra grumpy.

As for the older woman who took our order? She wasn't mean in the least. Like me, she has probably been in the business too long and it's very hard to work through a busy city lunch shift. Especially when serving snitty East Side patrons with imbeciles like Tommy Two-Slices. She was just a bit jaded. She was also doing most of the work. I predicted if we threw her a couple pleases and thank-yous when asking for some red pepper and a box for the sandwich we'd catch a smile.

Which we did. As well as genuine, "You two have a great day!" as we left.

On the atmosphere side? Boisterous pizza parlor in Providence with Italian decor, a few sidewalk tables and plenty of seats inside: Perfectamundo, baby!

There are also brownies, blondies and cannoli with snow-white filling & chocolate shells in the case - so don't prepare to make friends at Fellini's. Just save a little room for dessert.

• Whole wheat no less!