The famous Antica Pizzeria Da Michele arrives in Paris: why you should definitely not go there

With its run-down suburbs, its messy sidewalks, its hangovers, its dreams of ZAD, its nights even sadder than its days, its clowns in keffiyehs, its blue-haired kids, you really have to want it to take the Bastille again! Even the strikes don't come here much anymore to hang their slogans and placards. And yet, a certain pizzeria has just opened. Passing it during the day, early in the morning, late in the evening, you wouldn't pay it any more attention than the neighboring mangers. Seen from the front, how should I spell it? Let's say barely opened, already dead. Except that this one would have, apparently, one under the name. Antica Pizzeria Da Michele? My dear! Emerging in 1906 in the beating heart of Naples, passed down from father to son for five generations, this legend of the genre, a temple to the Margherita, though we no longer really know whether this superb product is authentic or self-proclaimed. Now, in Bastoche, after London, New York, Los Angeles and Amsterdam, we will be able to...