The Ghost of the Local Pizzeria

Ghost of Local PizzeriaThe last time I ate at Pizzeria Italiana*, I stared at the crumbling walls, the plastic moulded chairs, the easy to wipe tables and thanked the pizza gods that this local haunt has remained the same over time.

For over ten years, many Friday nights were spent in its surrounds,  crammed around tables, eagerly waiting to satiate hunger with delicious toppings over a perfect base.

The place didn’t take any bookings and packed a crowd of all ages. There were families of four or more, young couples with a spark in their eyes, university students after a quick meal and grandparents with their families. And there was us. Four friends who habitually met to catch up over pepperoni and pesto pizzas and talk about food, drink and travel.

We brought our own wine and beer with us, and we may have disguised a Vodka, lime and soda in a beer bottle. They didn’t charge for corkage. We placed your order on our way in past the queue of people waiting for their takeaway. We settled down on a freshly-wiped table, asked for the air-con to be adjusted, it was always too cold or too hot, then forgot all about it when the pizza arrived.

Service was flakey at the best of times, that is, when the waitresses had a good command of English. But it often came with a smile from a cute backpacker with low slung jeans, the latest hair style and big brown eyes. But we always came for the pizza. Thin and crusty, like we preferred, and the toppings didn’t skimp on ingredients or flavour. The cheese was always melting and elastic, the garlic was prominent, the pepperoni pieces closely hugging one another over a sea of tomato paste. And we didn’t have to take out a second mortgage to eat there on a regular basis.


Today I sit in the reincarnation of Pizzeria Italiana*. The walls have been given a thick lick of paint. The name is plastered in large font and bold colours in case I forget where I am. The menu is shiny and new, the décor has morphed into ugly modernity with dark colours and trendy seating and I stare at the ghost of what it used to be: a busy, vibrant, eclectic, local crowd favourite that consistently delivered good pizza at reasonable prices.

As the pizzeria wears another label with pride, the queues for the takeaway have gone. You walk in and grab an empty table. The pizzas have changed. The old favourites have vanished. The price has taken a hike. The pepperoni pizza, the benchmark against which we compare others, is served thick, overcooked in parts, slightly undercooked on one side with a scarce dotting of pepperoni rounds. Service is in your face to the point of being pushy. The new owner paces the joint then settles on an empty table.

The rise of franchise is slowly killing small business and leaving us oblivious to what we’ve lost. Quality is compromised. Service is false. The heart and soul of a place peppered with memories vanishes in the face of progress and greed.

As I tuck into my slice of Parma pizza with oversized and undercooked tomato slices, I bid a silent farewell to the old pizzeria. Thank you for the good times, the conversations, the food and the memories.

I shall not return to the new place again.

* Pizzeria Italiana is a generic name and does not refer to a specific business.


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The Ghost of the Local Pizzeria was last modified: December 20th, 2015 by Corinne Mossati

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Corinne Mossati

Corinne Mossati is the founder and editor of Gourmantic. An avid scribe, she has taken pen to paper since the age of five. Her repertoire includes long works of fiction, short stories and travelogues. She is a winner of the GT travel writing competition, has judged the Australasian Whisky Awards and several cocktail competitions. She is also named in the Australian Bartender Most Influential List.


  1. Change isn’t always for the best. I hope you discover another *real* local pizza joint soon.

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  3. Great post!

    I have a local joint like this one, unpretentious but has good food. I often wonder how long before it gets sucked into a franchise.

    Do you think the new owners realise what they’ve done? Makes you wonder how long the new joint will last.

    • I think numbers talk but not sure if the owners want to listen. If one day I see a for lease sign, I won’t be sad.

  4. Great post. I’m with you. Let’s seek out the little, independently owned restaurants and go before they’re all lost!

  5. How sad but true! It’s even more prominent in small town. We live about 45 minutes from Atlanta and we only have a handful on non-franchise eatery options.

    • That is definitely much worse when you’re in a relatively remote location and have few alternatives. A deliberate marketing strategy, no doubt…

  6. How sad to have lost your favourite pizza place! I hope another special one comes along soon :) Everyone needs a good pizza joint in thier lives!

  7. It is a sad sad day indeed when you realise your fav food haunt is no longer that. Does it need a funeral or just new management I wonder.

    • It needs the previous owners and their pizza menu. I’m sure many would follow them if they were to reopen somewhere new.

  8. I remember when our favorite pizza place closed. Friday nights were never the same again.

    • That’s the thing we miss. Friday nights with friends over a pizza and table wine were a great way to kick off a weekend!

  9. Aw so sad. I am with you, I want more small businesses with good friendly service. It is too bad the world is going in this direction.

    • Agree, and I notice it more while travelling. Franchises and big guns everywhere particularly in strategic locations.

  10. Too bad about this pizza restaurant. I remember a very local Mexican restuarant I used to eat at that was shut down, only to be followed by a modern, not nearly as delicious eatery. It’s always sad when that happens, but luckily there’s always another place to explore. That being said, those pizza pictures have got me pretty excited to eat pizza soon!

    • If it ain’t broke… don’t kill it. Unfortunately, that’s what happened here. And what might end up happening again if old patrons continue to vote with their feet.

      Mmm… pizza! :)

  11. great post. we have a little local pizza joint as well – and now you’ve just reminded me to frequent it more often because if we don’t keep supporting the little guys we like they’ll all get eaten up by the big chains.

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