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.