My Carlton secret.
Those who don’t know go to Lygon Street for pizza; those who know too much (and love rude Italian attitude) go to DOC.
We, the locals who are not too fussed and just want simple honest pizza, have Kaprica.
I don’t remember what it used to be. Gauging from the Japanese ‘push’ sign it might’ve been an old Asian eatery. They didn’t seem to do much with the space, which is the right call for a rustic Sicilian pizza place.
The handwritten then photocopied menu just shows how much owner Pietro Barbagallo not care about superfluous design, which is reflected on the food.
No hype, no fad, no wood-fire oven.
We usually skip through the capriciosa or even the more popular brocolli pizza and opt for the spicy salami. Sometimes we order the garlic chilli prawn tagliatelle to share.
The surprise, was the dessert. They serve perhaps the best sweet tarts. I suspect they use the same dough for the crust. The wife makes me take away the lemon tart all the time.
In short, it is our secret neighbourhood pizza place. Our Thursday night place. It is one of the reasons I am glad to be living in Carlton.