La Focaccia sur Gimont

17/07/2026: On Tuesday, July 13th, the heat was scorching, the kind of heat that makes you want to turn yourself into a giant ice cube and float in a pool until retirement. So, my girlfriend and I made the wisest decision of the week: we headed to La Palma in Gimont. There, Pascal served us a glass of sangria with almost suspicious generosity. Filled to the brim, as if defying the laws of physics. If it could have been filled higher, I'm convinced Pascal would have found a way, probably by making a pact with some minor winemaking deity. Then Maëva arrived with the menu, a document listing no fewer than 45 pizzas, which was less of a menu and more of an ancient tome. A selection as dizzying as a cliff, but presented with such a warm smile that you almost forgot the sweltering heat outside. A warm welcome, impeccable service, and pizzas so good it becomes morally impossible to go only once. I'll have to come back. Several times. It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for humanity. The cherry on top (or rather, on the pizza) was a 90s-style concert blasting under the Gimont market hall, just in time for a bit of dancing to aid digestion, which, I believe, is the only true way to digest a pizza. In short, you can go without hesitation. Just be careful crossing the street; keep your eyes open for that.

02/07/2026: Excellent pizzeria, very welcoming and friendly staff