Dopo Foto. Foto Dopo.

A few weeks ago I got back from a trip to Naples Italy. Italy is never a bad idea just in case you were wondering. As Naples is where pizza was invented the goal was to eat as much as we could stand in the week we were there. A very particular pizzeria was in the center of town that my friend Dave wanted to try called Sorbillo. It was near the University and was recommended as the place to go for the best pizza, but also for the true Napolitano experience. We arrived there at the busy dinner hour where the place was packed on the inside and outside tables. We sat, ordered from a really rude and snarky waiter, and waited for our pizza. After they came I noticed our waiter talking to another one and motioning towards our table. This second waiter came towards us and approached Dave.

"Dopo (in Italian means 'after')," he said while pointing to Dave's pizza. Then he pointed to the back of the restaurant where the kitchen was and said "foto." Then he repeated "dopo foto." We were confused. We caught on that he wanted a picture with Dave, but not sure why this random person out of nowhere was asking. When my sister in law, who speaks Italian, tried to ask why, his response was only "dopo foto. Foto dopo. Dopo foto."

Dave nodded his head to agree and again tried to ask why. The only response we got was "dopo foto. Foto dopo. Dopo foto." We gave up and ate our pizza chuckling. He really wanted a picture with Dave. Our guess was they thought he was someone famous, so we spent dinner speculating on who he could be.

We finished our food, paid (Naples by the way is a cash only city. Credit cards weren't accepted in most places) and made our way to the back to see about this picture. Dave took out his camera and the waiter motioned other workers to come over. Four came out of nowhere to pose with Dave. The waiter couldn't figure out how Dave's camera worked so chaos ensued with the Italians arguing over how it functioned.

This is all a highly entertaining spectacle, but I'm a little lost. If they wanted a picture with Dave so badly, why are they only using his camera and not their own? They finally got the camera to work and more waiters came pouring out of the tiny kitchen like clowns from a car. I have no idea how they all fit into that tiny space, but you didn't know they existed. They were so short they couldn't see over the countertop that walled off the kitchen area from the restaurant.

By the end Dave was surrounded by 8 of these Italian workers with 3 different cameras flashing pictures from all directions. My sister in law and I are of course laughing at this entire escapade. Keep in mind the restaurant is still packed with people. I look around to see the reaction our fiasco is causing and every eye is glued on Dave and these waiters, wondering who he is and should they ask for a picture too.

We gather this little photo session is finished by the cheering group of waiters, one of which asked Dave to shake his head of hair. Instead he flipped it behind his shoulder, grabbed his camera, and we made our dramatic exit. We still have no idea who they think Dave is.

So if you ever make it to Pizzeria Sorbillo look at the pictures on the wall. You just might see one of Dave and the waiters.

Oh, the pizza was great too. Is it really possible to have a bad pizza in Italy? If it is I wouldn't know. A bad pizza in Italy is still going to be amazing to me. The Naples style is different in that the crust is a little doughier in the middle as though it hasn't been cooked all the way through. It's actually really tasty despite how it may sound.

My pizza count for the week in Italy was 5. Just in case you were wondering.