Remnants of the Tartufo and sausage pizzas made for an exciting working-from-home lunch the next day.
Category: Italian
The European about town, Chapter Three: Padella.
“I would have wanted bigger portions”.
“Of course you would”.
San Carlo, since 2012.
Transparency being the father of fabulous dining, I particularly enjoy the window by the toilets, looking into the kitchen.
A day in Guildford.
Guildford Positano doesn’t have such incredible P.R. as ‘sexiest Italian restaurant in town’ or ‘kick-ass Sunday brunch’, but it does hit the mark by being a properly decent neighbourhood haunt.
The great re-opening.
Please get out there and support my wonderful industry and the equally wonderful people who depend on it for their livelihoods.
Home, Chapter Two.
The real triumph here is seeing this little local business giving it everything it can to stay solvent – just one of many fantastic examples around the country.
Home, Chapter One.
The menu – like the room – was very small and limited. It was causing an amusing degree of confusion with a party of five Americans sat next to us.
Pizza for Pippo
I want someone to look at me the way I look at pizza.
Seduced and destroyed.
Because if it’s not too much it’s not enough.
