Pizza al Volo is a bit of a Venice institution. Some friends told us about it a few years back when we went to Venice but we didn’t manage to find it on that trip. On this visit, Mrs. NH had it on her itinerary an Little NH and I were happy to be along for the ride. After a twisting, turning walk through the streets of Venice, we arrived at Campo Santa Margherita. The campo (or plaza) is really neat in and of itself. Cafes line the periphery and you get a pretty authentic feel. It’s definitely not as full of white tennis shoed tourists as much of the rest of Venice and that’s a nice change.
Having arrived, we took a look inside of Al Volo. About three different pizzas were on display, all were incomplete. I decided to let Mrs. NH and Little NH go inside and investigate further and I stayed outside to people watch and guard the stroller. “I’ll be happy with whatever,” I told them. (I also completely neglected to take any decent pictures of the place which explains the cropped, crummy picture. Sorry.)
They came back with a couple slices of Margherita pizza and a slice topped with zucchini. Both were very good. Was it the best pizza I’ve ever had? No. I had probably become jaded on Italian pies by that point in the trip. That said, it was tasty. And when Mrs. NH went back inside for another piece, I was glad to see her come out with another one topped with zucchini.
So, would I recommend it? Sure. Is it the best pizza ever? No. Is it better than most? Yep. For Pizza al Volo, two out of three ain’t bad.