This is kind of a classic somewhat upmarket suburban Italian restaurant.
We were initially going to be squeezed between some other tables but requested to be sat by the window instead which was pretty nice.
I had scallops to start. They were fine but, I don't know, maybe I should stop ordering scallops. The problem is once you've had really good ones it's never the same and also it's NEVER ENOUGH.
That guy had pork spare ribs to start which were enormous. He was basically full after he finished them. He then had an even more enormous calzone, which he said was a bit soggy and struggled to finish. He was fake/not so fake offended by the waiter calling him a 'bambino.'
Meanwhile, I got the risotto buongusto because I now automatically order anything involving truffles because of this amazing meal I had once at Salt Yard in London. Predicatably, it was not on that level but fine none the less.
Basically does what it says on the tin, and the mains in particular are very reasonably priced. read more