Apparently the third best pizza restaurant on the continent is just off Trafalgar Square.
The Fourth Before the Fifth.
Same old wonderfulness at Big Mamma’s fourth restaurant in London.
The European about town, Chapter Four: Japes.
“I am still trying to digest the pizza”.
Imagine waking up tomorrow and Crate has disappeared?
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 great re-opening (take three).
Crappy weather. But oh, to be able to dine-in, even it is out!
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.
Pizza for Pippo
I want someone to look at me the way I look at pizza.