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| - Sometimes I'm really sad that I can't eat wheat. Like when I'm sitting next to Ben B's ginormous pizza pie. But what I was most impressed about at Piola was the salad, which was meal sized.
My seafood salad sat on a bed of arugula, olives and some "special sauce." There was an assortment of cured salmon and prawns, which were both really flavourful. You'd think they'd stop there, but no, across the plate was a flaky pile of tuna and, wait for it, wait for it, a wedge of brie.
A wedge of brie. Unheard of! I have never been as full from a salad as I was with this one. Yes, it's probably because I didn't share my brie wedge, but whatever.
It was getting on in the evening, 9ish, and there was plenty of empty tables. Service was on the slow side, but since it started with a very, very full glass of Prosecco, I had no reason to rush. Overall, mama mia, me likey!
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