Bella Napoli

You're walking along the Marina on a Friday night, the sea air hitting you properly, and you duck into Bella Napoli where it's warm and smells like charred dough and San Marzano tomatoes. It's the kind of Italian restaurant that doesn't try too hard—no fussy plating, just honest food that lands. The wood-fired oven is doing the heavy lifting here, turning out pizzas with proper leopard spots and a crust that's got actual flavour. Locals keep coming back because the pasta isn't overcooked mush and they actually know what they're doing with seafood.