That’s right, it’s the last slice…something I usually never get to. And after that, Damany and I split another pie. It was that good. Napoli being the home of pizza, we kind of lucked out by happening upon the well known L’antica Pizzeria da Michele. It was just a few blocks from our hotel, and in we wandered for our first Napoli style pizza. Messy, limp crusted, and so simply flavorful it remains the best slice I’ve had in my life.