Here's a test, perhaps even an offer you can't refuse: While waiting for your sandwich or cake - and very nice they are - see whether you can avoid whistling The Godfather theme. I've tried and I cannot.
And, with Pacino eyeballing you from every corner, it's not just the decor with the feel of the Corleone clan... every sandwich on the menu is named after a character in Coppola's masterpiece (well, masterpieces; and I think we can agree to ignore Part III). If you've always wanted to sink your teeth into a Luca Brasi or Consigliere Tom Hagen, this is the place. Everyone is accounted for, apart from the horse's head, of course.
The venue, unlike Connie's wedding, is compromised for space, but it would just about be okay but for, regrettably, some less-than-perfect service. On three separate occasions, at least one order among my party has been incorrect - and not always rectified when brought back. It put silly into Sicilian.
I don't take offence - it wasn't my daughter's wedding day after all - and, unlike Fredo, it didn't break my heart. You just wonder what Don Corleone would make of it all: "my sandwich, my beautiful sandwich." A cafe based on a masterpiece deserves better. read more