A place that serves:
. pizzas with pineapple
. carbonara pasta with sour cream and a raw egg
. a "cheese" pizza (but where did that word come from?)
shouldn't be called a pizzeria!!
The pizzas (pizzeria would be the right word...) that were served to us were, however, decent (even if the dough lacked, in my opinion, a bit of softness). The service was fairly fast considering the crowd and friendly. However, what is absolutely unacceptable is the lack of access to the restrooms. For supposedly hygiene reasons: customers going to the restroom should not cross paths with the staff providing service. What a huge lie 🤥: in fact, the layout of the place is exactly the same during the jazz festival and the rest of the year! It's easier to send customers to the public restrooms in the square... But coming to a restaurant and agreeing to pay the price is also to receive service. Otherwise we can eat a sandwich...
I've eaten a lot of kebabs.
Paris, Marseille, Bordeaux, Nantes, Nice, Pétaouchnok…
But if you're looking for a kebab—what am I saying?—a gourmet dish for a big appetite,
there's only one place: La Cabane à Pizza, Marciac.
Brutal poetry.
A wolf's hunger for a hungry ogre.
A bread baked to die for, a gargantuan topping,
and a simply unique service (thanks Toto and Auré 🙏).
And the pizzas?
They're no exception:
my wife ate one.
Not a simple delight.
A product capable of creating domestic peace. (That's saying something.)
🧔♂️ For the real ones, the purists, the officinados:
kebabs are not on the menu.
You have to ask the owner for them. Almost rarer than finishing Super Mario without jumping.
Some people think wealth is a Rolex.
But for everyone else, those who know that life has real flavor:
➡️ Come here urgently.
Missing the Pizza Shack is missing out on an experience.
And some would say... your life.😀😀🤣🤣🍻🍕
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