The Mystery of the Disappearing Pizzeria, Pt. 1

There's a legend of sorts in the Dotan family. I think all parents have stories from the good ol' days, usually in reference to college life or world travel. Well, in my family, I grew up with what I like to call: the Mystery of the Disappearing Pizzeria.

When my parents were my age, they took a trip to what they still consider one of their favorite places in the world: Venice. After a lovely first day of exploring the city, they stumbled upon a quaint little pizzeria, a building adorned with twinkle lights strung above. Without thinking much of it, they chose to enjoy their dinner at this random find. Little did they know, they were about to have what they still consider to be "the greatest pizza in the history of the world". The next day, still mesmerized by the deliciousness of the previous night's dinner, my parents went out in search of the same pizzeria. Only this time, they couldn't find it, nor could they remember what it was called. They searched high and low for three hours before finally giving up.

To this day, nearly 20 years later, my parents still rave about the deliciousness of the Disappearing Pizza (*not the restaurant name*). So, two decades later, when it finally came my time to visit Venice, I made it my mission to find the pizzeria.

I was determined to find it. How hard could it be?

As it turns out, very.

There's a pizzeria on every corner. I spent the whole day WhatsApping (yes, it's a verb) my parents pictures of every pizzeria I came across that might match the description of The Pizzeria, but to no avail.

I am returning to Venice this weekend in search of The Pizzeria. Expect an update. The search isn't over yet.