I fell in love with Milan, Italy the moment I set my foot in the city. So many friends suggested that I skip the city and opt for more touristy destinations such as Rome or Venice. I’ve always believed that the best way to see a city is to walk like the locals, talk to locals and eat like locals. When I was there for a week, I traveled on foot, ate at local cafes, visited a church and fell in love with the people.

Pizza by the name: Da Willy. A fantastic restaurant in Milan. I know eh? I stumbled upon this eatery when I got uber lost. I walked into the joint and asked the manager for directions. She was sweet, kind AND spoke perfect English. Grazie Bella Donna.

I returned back to the restaurant the very next day, for I was craving pizza. They have one of the largest pizzas I’ve ever seen, and it’s delicious. These extremely thin crust pies (made in a brick oven) come in over two dozen varieties. It’s seriously addictive…I was so hopelessly addicted to the taste of Da Willy that I ended my very last meal in Milan with one of their fungi and ham pies.