Where to MidiCi, The Neapolitan Pizza Company. MidiCi is Italian for “You Tell Me.” As in, you tell me where to park at Assembly Row during school vacation week.
What for Crispy pizzas fast, served cheerfully. Oh, and there is a pleasant black olive tree in the dining room. It’s a symbol of sensitivity and a “witness of eras gone by,” per a sign. The tree is “real. It is authentic. It not only breaths [sic], but it experiences sensitivity, growth, and movement.” Ah, but can it tell me where to fill up my soda, here at Ye Olde Assembly Row?
The scene A cross-section of pizza lovers on an unseasonably mild February day: corporate types in badges, a dad begging his squirmy son to clean his plate, a group of tourists fresh off a shopping spree. There are plenty of friendly servers and runners, clad in black, ready to ferry your pizza from a 1,000-degree clay oven straight to your table. (Order at the register and get a number. They’ll find you.)
What you’re eating Well, that part is confusing. If you enter through a side door, it’s not immediately clear where to find a menu. You’ll just loiter among a throng of waiting people until a kind server (everyone here is kind) takes pity on you. On a back wall, there is a sign: People are the best thing that can happen to anyone. Not when they’re standing between you and your lunch! Enter at the front door — home to a canopy of Polaroid photos dangling by clothespins — and it’s easier to grab a menu and fall into line. MidiCi specializes in thin, chewy Neapolitan pizza. “You haven’t had pizza until you’ve had Neapolitan pizza,” is their motto. There’s the simple Margherita (tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella, parmesan, basil, olive oil) or jazzier options with truffle cream or pesto. Or try specialty pizzas, like the Hawaiian (pineapple and ham) or shrimp scampi. There are salads and appetizers like garlic bread and burrata with melon and prosciutto, too. For dessert? A Nutella calzone.
Care for a drink? This place has cocktails, from margaritas to mimosas to mojitos, plus Italian spirits like Campari or Aperol.
Overheard Logistical queries; thwarted thievery. “Do you have pizzas by the slice?” asks a lone lady. “We don’t, but our pizzas are more like personal ones,” offers a server. (It’s true.) “Where can I fill up my iced tea?” someone else asks. “Over by the Ferraris!” says a runner, gesturing toward a corner where a black-and-white movie plays against a wall. “Do you have high chairs?” a flushed father pleads. (They do.) A woman sits alone, gobbling pizza, her purse akimbo on the floor below. A man approaches her, gesturing to pick it up. “You’d think it was a yard sale in here!” he chuckles, wagging his finger.
463 Assembly Row, Somerville, 617-764-1541, www.mymidici.comKara Baskin can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.