When you aren't that hungry and you've got a mountain of french cheese waiting for you in your hotel room what do you do?! You get lured across the street by the heady aromas of meat cooking over charcoal. You see the place is packed but notice two ladies leaving a prime table on the footpath. You double check to see that they are leaving, only to havet them inform you the food is no bloody good. So then you walk to almost every other food joint (except Roma) open on a Monday and settle for take-away pizza that you'll eat watching the sunset over the Campaspe river.
The service was happy yet hectic at Antonio's.
The pizza, well it left a little bit to be desired. Lacking flavour in some bites, more acceptable when you got a piece of meat in the mouthful. There wasn't napoli to the edges. The crust wasn't too thin but was a tad over done all the way around.
Feeding the occasional crust to the ducks and watching the carp get interested was good fun though.
