Being the first review a couple of ground rules should be set. The reviews will take the format describing the pre-meal setting, the impact and effects of the meal, and quite possibly the short and long term consequences, much like a history essay. Each time I eat at the eatery the review will be updated.
Melbourne has been crying out for good pizza. Gourmet is over-rated, with slim bases and sparse vegetables providing little in the way of sustenance and taste. So when some distinctly Polish tastebuds described a thin tomato pizza crust with fresh ham and pineapple and dripping in Mascarpone cheese I started to salivate. This epicurean went on to describe the taste as reminiscent of the tropical pizza topped with banana in Byron Bay.
Hungry for pizza, I made straight for Acland Street. The pizza delivered. Critical indicator one: a meal must exceed expectations to be enjoyable, so never go into a meal with expectations set too high. The Hawaiian was the test. It had to be more perfect than I could imagine. Luckily I was uninitiated with the Mascarpone flavour. My imagination was conjuring images, my mind posing questions, my body growing more frenetic. The pizza was spectacular. Mascarpone cheese danced sensually within my mouth.
Ignoring the commandment of overindulgence Renix was stung three times in quick succession. The flavour was startling. Unfortunately, the magic formula seems to be waning. There are less Russians lurking around the premises and the pizzas are not quite as tangy. At the same time a slight broadening was required, so I had to bring more than one guest along to each meal, as Hawaiian was a given. Awkward conversation ensued, and when the quality dropped the conversation became even more strained.
Other pizzas can be on the bland size as the sparse cheese is given little chance to soak through the flavours, although the thin crusts and vegies appeal to a certain audience. Maybe this tastelessness is a product of overindulged tastebuds. Heart-shaped pasta is pretty good but hardly filling enough. Still great pizza, but no longer worth a 30 minute drive.
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