For a sneaky evening date, this cute little corner of Covent Garden is nice and tucked away, but of course every time I go my cover is blown. I've bumped into someone I know who's in Seven Dials every time; a secret no more, it seems the place to be if you're serious about independent shops and boutiques. Now Casanova and Daughter are just that, seriously good and are they're in no way, clowning around when it comes to their Sicilian, seriously delicious deli delights.
There's just one wine, red or white, it's fantastic and as it's chosen for you, in Sicily. It means I don't look so silly being indecisive at the table with the wine list and attentive servers ensure it flows even if the conversation with your date isn't.
The olives are fresh and beautifully briny, enough to chew on when talk gets salty and you need to bite your tongue.
By gum, this place is perfect; for pares-work perk or pre show. You've just got to go.
They don't quite do a full dinner on the ground floor. (Upstairs is a private dining room.) However all the small plates are precisely the most tantalisingly tasty morsels if you want bold and beautiful food.
I went Maverick and slightly off menu, seeing all of the fascinating jars and packets and bottles around; I wanted to try it all and the deeply passionate proprietors were delightfully helpful to educate me on likes of; what does a girl do with beautifully sophisticated bottle of Caper Juice? (It whips into olive oil to make the most exquisite dressing over sweet tart slightly chewy sun dried tomatoes of course.) They enlightened me on what Luminary is.. (It's a citrussy, earthy sort of lemon brine, that again makes gorgeous dressing, or marinates fish or lamb...) I was illuminated.
Surrounded by tapenade and truffles, the show stealer for me however was the Tuna Bresaola! Drizzled in truffled oil and sprinkled with white Fennel Seeds. It is out of this world and I implore you to try it. Then slosh down more of that juicy astounding Sicilian white wine.
I think it's even the perfect place to go alone and I will and wont have to share anything, but the sweet pecorino, dressed in dry lemon basil and drizzled honey heavenly and will have you talking, if not fighting for the last bite. read more