When I bought my Eurorail pass at the beginning of my trip I didn't know how it worked and ended up buying an extra day of travelling than what I actually needed. I had asked our tour guide yesterday how I could use the train to do some sightseeing even for just a few hours. He reccommended me all sorts of places - all of which I had already seen. He was stumped, and the only thing he recommended was to go travel to Naples to eat pizza. This was something that I was more than okay with.
Pizza originated in Naples, therefore it makes complete sense that they would have the best Pizza in the world. It was invented in who remembers the year by some guy who wanted to make something special for Queen Margarita's visit. He decided to put red tomato sauce, white motzerella cheese, and green basil one on top of the other (the colours of the italian flag) on top of crust and he called it a margarita pizza after the queen.
I got to the train station in Rome in time for a noon train and since I still don't understand how the train system works only at the last minute did I realize and get confirmed that it was an express train that if I wanted to take it I had to pay an extra 10 euros. I walked back to the ticket computer to check when the next train that I could take was leaving. I looked at my watch and saw that it was leaving immediately. By immediately I don't mean that when I get there in a minute or two the train will leave, by immediately I mean its time to sprint as if my life depended on it. I ran up to the train to open the door, only to realized they had already locked the door and 3 seconds later the train started to move. Insert expletive here, any will do and all were used. I had to wait another hour for the next train. The train ride got me into Naples at 405 and I had to catch the 517 train out back to Rome in order to make it to the pub crawl in time. I had 1 hour and 12 minutes to do the following:
1. Find out WHAT pizzaria makes the best pizza.
2. Find out WHERE that pizzaria is and HOW to get there.
3. ORDER a pizza from said pizzaria.
4. WALK back to train station.
Once I got off the train I started walking into random shops and hotels that were close by and I asked people where the best pizza was. I tried to poll as many people as possible, so I would get the best answer. There were some people that offered up other suggestions, but the consensus seemed to be a place called Da Michele. I got the directions which were fairly closeby, ordered my pizza to go. I had enough time to sit and eat, but I didn't want something else bad to happen to me and for me to miss the train for some random reason, so I decided I would eat it when I got to the train station. The pizza was baked in approximately 3 minutes - the pizzas here are mostly thin crust and bake really really fast. Boxed and ready to go I headed back to the train station and opened the pizza up to eat it there. I opened the box and my first response was "shit, I can't eat this". Thats a real first for me! However, that statement was related more to the physical aspect of eating the pizza. There was a real big problem of how to physically get the pizza from the box into my mouth. You think pizza and you think you would pick it up JUST LIKE A PIECE OF PIZZA and just eat it. There were a couple of problems. Firstly I don't know what they did to it, but there cheese was not even attached to the pizza in any way - it was swimming on top of the sauce. I shook the pizza box and the cheese was on a delay. Secondly the crust was so thin it was like trying to pick up a wet napkin - even if I could pick it up all the toppings would just slide off the damn pizza. Without a fork an knife I was in trouble. By the way, apparently it is taboo to pick up pizza with your hands in Italy - now I know why; it probably rooted from the fact that its PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE to pick it up with your hands! Without much of a choice, the best thing I could think of was to fold the pizza on top of itself and slide it off the pizza box directly into my mouth. And how did it taste???
I had sampled many pizzas in this country - all of which I have been extremely impressed with. Italy is known for its pizza, pasta, and gelato and I was mostly impressed with the pizzas. I didn't keep track, but I was probably averaging pizza once a day, or even more for my 12 day trip. This pizza was without a doubt the best pizza I have ever tasted, just simply amazing. It was well worth all the time I spent getting there. Its a good thing that I had gone to Napoli at the end of my trip otherewise all the other pizza I would have had in the country would have been a dissapointment. This way I was able to immensely enjoy all the pizza I had over the week and a half and then save the best for last. It was quite a messy situation eating the pizza, but I guess my saving grace was that I did ask for napkins at the pizzeria.

Best pizza EVER!
I headed back to Rome after a successful mission in Naples. By the way, the city of Naples is a shithole - disgusting and the streets are full of garbage. Back in Rome I checked my bag in at the train station overnight and headed out on the Spanish Steps Pub Crawl, which was a ton of fun. Ended up back at the train station in the morning to grab my bag and it was off to the airport and back to Israel.