The term “good times” is bandied around a lot,especially when it comes to restaurants. But if you like your music loud,your signage neon-red,your cocktails a bit silly and your forearms tattooed,you’ll find no better time than at Leonardo’s Pizza Palace,which occupies a labyrinthine building on a residential Carlton corner.

There’s a tight rundown of pastas and snacks but pizza is the draw,each black-blistered pie a worthy vehicle for lightly cooked zucchini with smoked mozzarella,chopped olives and honey;or rounds of pepperoni,each one curled into a crisp little cup of gentle fire.

Dessert is either tiramisu or affogato,depending on which end of the creamy-coffee spectrum you prefer,and wines by local sweethearts of the natty scene (Momento Mori and Latta) will have you ordering another round.