The name nods to Partenope, the Homeric siren who washed ashore where Naples stands today — the hash mark in front is the city’s dialling code.
On Simon-Dach-Straße 39, a few steps from Boxhagener Platz, Francesco has pulled this Naples into Friedrichshain. A glass case at the entrance with Frittatina and Zeppoline, Crocché and Palla di riso. Behind it the stone oven, where the pizzaiolo throws dough through the air in full view. The Pizza Napoletana comes folded a portafoglio if you want to eat it from the hand. At the chequered-cloth tables, Italian, German and English cross the room with a laugh attached.
