Juan,and Faldage, I never ate pizza in Pisa, but I had some Roman Pizza in Rome. It was a nice crust with a dredging of tomato sauce and more garlic on one slice than I had eaten up to that point in my life. Once my mouth got over the shock, I loved it. Kept strangers and other pests a half a block from me for days, too. Would have gone well with a nice Chianti, but alas, I was only fourteen.