„In Bufala we trust“ glows in electric blue across a bare, unplastered wall — that statement pulls lovers of Neapolitan pizza from every corner of the city down to southern Berlin.
Malafemmena sits in Steglitz on Hauptstraße, the pizza is the star: fluffy rim, crisp base, every ingredient shipped from Italy — tomatoes to the mozzarella made from water-buffalo milk. The room stays raw, exposed plaster, the blue sign the only brand move; the pizzaioli speak Italian, half the room answers back. As the only Berlin address with AVPN certification, the kitchen bakes by Naples-grade rules — that sign shifts where this city talks pizza.
