Set back slightly from Norwood Parade – and a world apart from innumerable would-be rivals along the strip – is a modest brick cube that, since 2003, has offered up some of the best pizza in town.
The word “Grotto” alludes to someplace secret – a secluded cavern of magical quality – and this little dough-house isn’t far off that. Make your choice, add a tumbler of wine (or beer) and nab a stool at the communal table. You’d be surprised how many friendships have germinated from words shared across this busy benchtop.
Everything is baked to order and Grotto’s esteemed rep means the place gets hectic, so phone ahead if you’re short on time. Proprietor Domenico Massaro mans the oven, tossing every base and spreading the homemade sauce by hand. His is the boisterous greeting that welcomes you in and calls to well-stuffed patrons as they leave.
Pizzas include the Grotto (roasted chicken breast, bacon and roma tomatoes finished with cos and seeded mustard mayonnaise) and The Quacker (confit duck, broccoli, onion, swiss brown mushrooms and plum sauce). Gluten-free options, a few salads, functions for small groups (20-40) and BYO ($9.50 per head) make Grotto a great little all-rounder.