Stopped in spontaneously on a Saturday with family - four adults and a 2-year-old. Despite it being the height of lunchtime, the restaurant wasn't very busy, only a few parties scattered here and there. It feels quite quiet and hidden away as it's below street-level. Despite the small crowds, we did feel service was quite slow, particularly the wait for our food after we ordered. Still, we were comfortable with our drinks, and our kid was supplied with a high chair and some crayons, and bread was brought out fairly quickly to help pacify him (and us?)
I didn't really like what they served with the bread - a sort of rough tapenade, looked like mainly chopped olives, but the flavour wasn't very appealing. And then there was a butter of some sort with red flecks throughout - clearly was supposed to be special in some way, but probably would've preferred just good olive oil, as spreading cold butter on the fluffy bread didn't really work.
My husband and I split the Fettucine Polpette and the Piccante pizza. Both were perfectly fine - the meatballs were clearly made fresh in house and everyone agreed they were very good. The portion was a good size for the price. I didn't get much kick from the sauce, despite it being advertised as full of chili and garlic, but it felt freshly made and satisfied us. I just would've liked a heavier hand with the seasoning. The pizza was similar to what you get at most neighbourhood Italian restaurants - perfectly fine, nothing special. The crust did hold up well to eating-by-hand, which I always appreciate as an American. And I like that they kept it in long enough for the pepperoni to get a nice crisp edge. But it was a bit greasy, and without any particularly interesting flavour.
It's a tough one - it hits the spot if you have a craving for Italian, but also leaves you wishing for a bit more flavour and a bit more zing. It's perfectly fine, but distinctly unmemorable. I'm sure the fact I just got back from a holiday in Italy has made me a harsher critic, but there you are. read more