Melodia del Forno means “the melody of the oven.” It’s the sound this kitchen makes: the crackle of mānuka wood, the scrape of the peel on stone, the soft sigh of dough as it blisters in the flame — and, somewhere underneath it all, Caruso or Pino Daniele on the speakers. In Naples, food and song have never been separate things. They aren’t here either.
We keep the cooking deliberately simple. A short menu of sourdough pizzas from a starter we feed daily and dough we prove slowly for 48 hours. Fewer choices, done properly, at a fair price — so great pizza is something you have on a Tuesday, not just an occasion.