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.

Times are good. Why not let them roll?