That’s what I just finished, here on my hotel balcony in Siena. That was some of the best take-out pizza I’ve ever eaten — and, if I may, some of the best Chianti Classico I’ve ever had. The bottle was only $14, but it tastes like it cost $80. Ah, Italy.

I must say that this same take-out joint also offered slices of reheated hot-dog-and-French-fry pizza. I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that.