Vesuvio Pizzeria, an Italian restaurant in Tilehurst, opened back in May and I’ve been trying to fit in a visit ever since without quite managing it. I made a booking back in July, which I had to cancel, and then life got in the way and so it wasn’t until a couple of Saturdays ago that Zoë and I left the house, strolled to the bus stop at the bottom of the hill and hopped on Reading’s sweet chariot, the number 17, to boldly go where my blog, let’s be honest, has rarely gone before.

I’d heard few reports of Vesuvio, so had little to go on. In a bizarre twist that tells you everything you need to know about the Reading Chronicle, they reported faithfully on the fact that someone had applied to convert the old Coral bookies on the Norcot Road into an Italian restaurant. They practically foamed at the mouth when the restaurant applied for permission to serve food and drink until 2 in the morning, dubbing it a“showdown”. Why would anyone want to eat in a pizza restaurant at that time? and Why would a restaurant want to serve anybody who did? were just two of the questions the article made no effort to answer.

But since it opened? No coverage at all. I guess you can write the first two stories in your lounge in your pants without having to do any genuine journalism, whereas a restaurant review would require you to put some trousers on, leave the house and spend some actual money. Never mind, you’ve got me for that sort of thing now.

My pre-meal research was as inconclusive as they come: TripAdvisor seemed unimpressed, Google was gushing. The restaurant’s Instagram was sketchily updated and, being charitable, didn’t make the food look outstanding. Its website, such as it was, appeared to be made up entirely of stock photos, to the point where the pizzas all seemed to have different types of bases, some with flat, featureless crusts and others with the kind of bubbling and leopard spotting you see everywhere.

How were you possibly meant to know whose version of reality was correct, and whether you’d have a good meal at Vesuvio? Like I said, you’ve got me for that sort of thing.