Comfort food
Our recipe? Make you feel good, with our comfort food
We cultivate the desire to bring your favorite dish to your table. A gourmet pizza, the classic margherita pizza with a genuine and intense flavor, or a delicious hamburger with chips or one of the many appetizers and finger foods that we serve to give more taste to your beer with friends.
sMalto was born with the precise idea of pampering the palate and heart, body, mind and soul together. This is why we carefully prepare and offer Comfort Food. We love the idea of being able to give a smile after any day, even the most difficult.
Our food accompanies smiles and happiness,
brings you back to childhood, makes you feel protected,
gratified and reassured, for mouthfuls full of memories and emotions.
Our food accompanies smiles and happiness, brings you back to childhood, makes you feel protected, gratified and reassured, for mouthfuls full of memories and emotions.
We choose the ingredients with a smile. We prepare recipes with a smile. We serve your dishes with a smile. That's why ours is Comfort Food.
Discover the Menu
Choose from our pizzas with a delicate and tasty dough, our burgers made with selected quality ingredients, and all the appetizers capable of filling with flavors every single bite.
Between comfort and fun, there will always be someone here to have a beer with, order a pizza or burgers, sMalto is the first pub in Florence you will truly feel part of. The only place in town where you always leave with a smile on your face.
sMalto, Comfort Beer & Comfort Food.
«And soon, mechanically, weary after a dull day with the prospect of a depressing morrow, I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid, and the crumbs with it, touched my palate than a shudder ran through my whole body, and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary changes that were taking place. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, but individual, detached, with no suggestion of its origin. And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory... I had ceased now to feel mediocre, accidental, mortal.»
Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time
