So, we ended our day out yesterday with dinner at Locanda Locatelli. To say it was a bit good would be like saying Barry White was a bit big - it wouldn't do it justice. We had calf's foot salad, the selection of meats and salamis with a prosecco to start. The calf's foot involved the most delicious cartlilege / odd white bits you'll ever eat, by the way.
I - ever the adventurer - went for roasted pork and some Montepulciano. Silvana had the octopus spaghetti which she was so overwhelmed by she spent much of the rest of the evening, eyes shining with pleasure, telling me how LL was "the best restaurant in London". And, frankly, I believe her.
Then we had some amazing ice cream - some of which involved Mirto, served with chewy, crunchy biscuits and the like. The coffee was excellent too. As good as Estrella on the South Lambeth Road, which is my touchstone for great coffee (like I know anything). Anyway, we went home on the bus too. Not because there weren't any cabs, just, y'know, for the hell of it. And it was great.
By the way, I stole this picture from their website as our pictures looked terrible. But this is right where we sat...
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