Now to the toppings. Where the hell is my prosciutto.

I thought I was taking crazy pills to the point where I got out my phone and checked the PA instagram account again to make sure I hadn’t accidentally gone to the wrong Prince Alfred. Nope. I peeled back the cheese in hopes it was hiding under there … nope. I double checked the menu on the table in case they had changed it up since the Instagram photo was taken, yet it was there in black and white. “prosciutto”. Where was my prosciutto.

I can only assume that they had run out? It looks like there was a private function winding up in the downstairs area so maybe they had a run on parmas, this shit happens, but to send my parma out without mention that a key selling point (a selling point that I paid for, by the way) is missing is just not on.

“Hey mate, I’m so sorry but we’re out of prosciutto for the parmas. I can knock a couple of bucks off the price or throw in a free pot to make up for it?”

That’s all they needed. Instead I got a very basic parma for $24. disappointing.

The napoli was fine, albeit a bit light. The cheese had good stretch and was well browned, but to be honest everything was soured by the lack of prosciutto.