Dad, for some reason, suggests grabbing a pizza when I get back from Bristol because, and I quote, “Mum will be out doing ballet” and that is reason enough. Zio’s is a comparatively new (by Harpenden standards) pizza place on the corner of Station Road, and I recall having had it as a takeaway some time ago when returning home. We dine in, with a beer and a pizza, nothing fancy. I have a pizza with buffalo mozeralla, which is certainly well-apportioned, toppings-wise, but to the shame of its structual integrity. The problem with adding buffalo mozerella is that it doesn’t melt at the same rate and therefore adds moisture and unevenly distributed heft. The dough itself (in the Neapolitan style) is a bit yeasty, a bit bland. It’s not a bad pizza, by any means (is there any such thing?), but I’ve had more fulfilling ones.