La Divina Pizza, Santa Croce, Florence

Some of La Divina Pizza’s creations and a bottle of Baladin, an early Italian craft beer

La Divina Pizza uses their own starter and long rises their dough.  La Divina Pizza sells by the slice – actually the charming, short woman behind the counter holds a pair of scissors over the pan and says, qui?  Più?  O meno?  And you sorta indicate with nods and gestures and she cuts a slice.

They’re open til midnight every night except Sunday when they’re closed.  And if you’re walking back from the Murate after a show and it’s not too too late it’s the perfect place to pull up a stool and eat a couple slices off a worn, wood board.

I’ve had roasted walnuts on my pizza at Divina, cheeses I’d never heard of, bright purple vegetables whose names I didn’t catch and didn’t recognize, and it’s always been awesome.  Maybe sometimes weird, but always a joy.

It’s a mix of locals and tourists there, mainly the former.  They get their produce from the outdoor markets.  And they give a shit.