I have extremely fond memories of late night pizza in an alley by a Sicilian pizzeria, complete with the little round table and tablecloth, and a bottle of Glicine (Corvo). Margherita pizza with mozzarella di buffalo.
Oh my. That was some good eats.
One night, we didn’t polish off the Glicine and gave it to the pizzeria owner, who stood in the doorway, folded his apron down below his waist somehow, and drank the wine straight out of the bottle.
Great times.
Sounds fabulous! :)