Remnants of the Tartufo and sausage pizzas made for an exciting working-from-home lunch the next day.
Crappy weather. But oh, to be able to dine-in, even it is out!
Transparency being the father of fabulous dining, I particularly enjoy the window by the toilets, looking into the kitchen.
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.
Please get out there and support my wonderful industry and the equally wonderful people who depend on it for their livelihoods.
I want someone to look at me the way I look at pizza.