I remember the first time I stumbled in. I was knackered after a morning of meetings, grumpy, and fully prepared for a sad sandwich eaten over my laptop.
Instead, I walked into a space that smelled of garlic, olive oil, and possibility. The chatter was warm, the light was soft, and I immediately felt my shoulders drop from where they’d been hovering near my ears.
It’s the kind of place where you actually want to put your phone away.
The Food That Hugs You Back
Let’s talk about the pasta. Not the tinny, pre-packaged stuff you microwave at 2am. We’re talking about real pasta—the kind that twirls around your fork like a little present.
I ordered their pappardelle al ragù on my first visit. The sauce was so rich and slow-cooked it felt like a hug from an Italian nonna you never knew you had.
And the tiramisu? Let’s just say I considered ordering a second one for the bus ride home. It’s that good.
