“I am still trying to digest the pizza”.
Category: Italian
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An overdue – but pricier than planned – trip to Padella.
Bocca di Lupo.
A lunch that was fourteen years in the making.
Eternally Popolare
Like you need an excuse to visit Circolo Popolare, but the Elizabeth Line certainly helps.
Wet + Wilde.
The European stopped at a charity shop and got beaten to a Chinese tea set by the fastest old Chinese lady in the world. What a hipstery afternoon it was.
Eataly in London.
Because I would prefer to line HMRC’s pockets buying Italian food rather than American candy and Froot Loops.
Eataly in Dubai.
“I’m not going to Five Guys again you fat unimaginative bastard. Take me to Eataly”
All I want for Christmas… is Christmas.
A restaurant where the lines of the uniform flow as graciously as the sequence of service.
All’s Fare in beer and foccacia.
Remnants of the Tartufo and sausage pizzas made for an exciting working-from-home lunch the next day.
The European about town, Chapter Three: Padella.
“I would have wanted bigger portions”.
“Of course you would”.
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