We ordered a pizza out of obligation to the dear teen.
When it arrived, he moaned
" Their pizzas have shrunken. Also,where are all the ingredients ? "
We ignored him and took a slice out .
Fuuuuhhhh.....we tried but the mozarella string was simply longer than the Penang Bridge cable and in the end we had to use a fork to cut it. Else we'd have to stand on a ladder just to get it to break off ! The ingredients though rather sparse looked bare because the entire pizza was laden with sinful, puffy buffalo mozarella cheese .
It tasted like Turkish mozarella to me but the owner who so happened to be in, stopped at our table and raved that they'd managed to convince the supplier of Italian buffalo mozarella cheese to channel some of the good stuff to their two outlets instead . You see, just down the entrance to Batu Feringghi is a very teratas establishment who gets their buffalo mozarella supply from that supplier . And because he is particular about his clientele not being any Ah Too and Ah Kau, he actually inspected their premise before agreeing to give them the stock ! My goodness, what goes on behind the scenes !
Anyway , the ingredients did indeed prove to be not too many but the heavenly cheese more than made up for it.
But by the time we reached the thin crust underneath,
the verdict was unanimous. The base is exquisitely aromatic and very middle eastern .
You must, you must , you must, try their breads once because as I rightly suspected, they have a new breadman in the kitchen and he is excellent, excellent , excellent.