Typical London restaurant: pointless, overpriced, tastefully decored, mediocre in every way, a sad shadow cast by real Italian food.
Why can't we learn? Never eat anything in this dirty metropolis besides kebabs, Indian, bad Chinese, or McDonalds. Yet here we are again, a big plate with a small roll of tasteless pheasant, some tasty cabbage, and a pool of polenta. What is the meaning of this food? My companion has an ok rib-eyed steak, which a Florentine would step on without noticing.
The house white is fine but subject to hyper-inflation. The torta di limone nice enough. And then it's over, unremarkable food in an ordinary setting,surrounded by silly young professionals. For two people one and a half courses fifty five pounds. Stay away.