Listen: I'd be lying if I claimed to be a regular here, but I do show my boat from time to time and if you're looking for a quality, old school Italian joint in the heart of Soho, this is the place.
You get what you pay for, so I am told, and here you'll be parting with £20 and upwards for the truly top-notch main courses of pesce e carne (fish and meat, that is..sorry, I am showing off here: I am bi-lingual-curious).
However, it's not the prices that keep me out. It is that usually as I am ambling around Frith Street contemplating my next social move, I look down and remember that my dope trainers don't earn me any props from the door staff here. They just don't let me in!
I must report, that on my last visit a few weeks ago, a spontaneously authentic conga burst out and meandered around the customary, upmarket (though oh so slightly tacky) West End crowd. Now you don't say that very often these days, do you? read more