Remnants of the Tartufo and sausage pizzas made for an exciting working-from-home lunch the next day.
“Ms. Galetti, it’s genuinely wonderful to meet you, but my pigeon is getting cold!”
“I would have wanted bigger portions”.
“Of course you would”.
Celebrating Valentine’s Day by trying not to screw up an expensive box of raw materials.
God knows why they call it a tavern.
Transparency being the father of fabulous dining, I particularly enjoy the window by the toilets, looking into the kitchen.
Remembering 409 with cheese; something else that’s hard not to like.
Please get out there and support my wonderful industry and the equally wonderful people who depend on it for their livelihoods.
Bespoke-barrelled Jack Daniels. Your argument is invalid.