Moama - where the pizza is still brilliant.

Six years ago, Jenny and I had a long weekend away at a fancy spa resort in Moama (near Echuca).  Despite our decadent and luxurious surroundings, we had a hankering for pizza one night and thought we'd try our luck at the local pizza/pasta restaurant.  Mmmm - pizza perfection!  We were blown away and promptly declared the Moama Pizza the greatest pizza in the world, taking a handful of fridge magnets and handing them to everyone we knew who was travelling in that part of the state.

<six years later>
There we were last week, in Moama once more, promising Ben the greatest pizza in the world.  As we approached the door we looked at each other, sharing an unspoken fear that perhaps there were new owners, or they'd gone gourmet or perhaps our memories had somehow blown the whole experience way out of proportion.  Perhaps it was actually crap pizza, made better at the time by the fact it was preceded and followed by spas, warm towels and incense.  I was reminded of the time I had raved to my brother and sister-in-law about a movie I thought was brilliantly funny, badgering them for years to watch it, only to sit through it with them one night, agreeing that it was actually pretty bad. (Dogma - I still like that Alanis Morrissette was cast as God)

Pizza, please be good. Please.

Praise be to Moama Pizza!  It is still the greatest pizza in the world!  It was with great relief that our teeth slid through the thick layer of delicious toppings and crunched through the crisp crust.  Still awesome after all these years!

We stayed in Moama for three nights and Ben had a great time with the 2 girls in the van next to ours. They rode bikes around the park, swam and watched Paw Patrol together. We've noticed that all the kids seem to find their American accents when describing Paw Patrol and pronounce it "Par Patrol".  Their friends also arrived on Thursday with another 5yo boy in their fully kitted out giant BUS.  The inside was like a modern apartment, it was amazing.  Both families were lovely and we were sad to leave them.  They had come up for the annual boat/ski race the 'Southern 80' and if the park hadn't been totally booked out by people attending the event we would have stayed an extra couple of days.

Watching the news a couple of days later we saw that a veteran skier had died during the event - so perhaps it is best that we missed it.