One of the joys of travelling in Italy are the gastronomic surprises regularly encountered. Be it grand cuisine or simple street food, ample wonders await.
The first time I saw pizza di patate was on a trip to Rome. I had just arrived and was slightly under the weather from jet lag: I needed a quick snack. I had the help of a knowledgeable local so we strolled over to a neighborhood spot that sells pizza by the slice called a pizza a taglio. Among the slices of margherita and funghi, I noticed a lovely, white-ish golden topping that looked like onions. I love onions but they are not fond of me and are particularly mean-spirited during jet lag. “Cipolle?” I asked. To my surprise, the man answered, “No, patate.” Potatoes on pizza? Of course I had to try it.
On this particular slice the potatoes were grated. I have since enjoyed it with thin circular slices, rosemary and just the perfect amount of olive oil. I don’t know the origins of potato pizza but I have heard murmurs of a Roman heritage.
Along with an Italian beer – my favorites are Peroni or Moretti – I find it a terrific snack to help me get over my jet-lag. Sometimes the most basic food quenches your hunger needs. And, even though it’s a carb booster it tastes great and does the trick.