This seems to be a restaurant which is held back by the London expectations of what an Italian restaurant is, and by a very varied clientele of tourists. I have rated it "very good' for a particular reason: although "average" would express some aspects. However I had the best fegato (fried liver) in butter and sage, I have ever had in the UK. The chef got it exactly right. If only the gift could be passed on to others! The roasted root vegetables were a little tired and ordinary, but quite appropriate. My starter, arancini, was a balance between very good and slight misfortune. The balls themselves were excellent, but the breadcrumb coating and the deep-frying produced a strong flavour reminiscent of Scotch eggs or fish-fingers, which overwhelmed the delicacy of the filling. To me it seemed to be an example of good concept with a moment of weak practice (and economy?) which was regrettable. As dolce I had a panacotta with kiwi-fruit. The panna cotta was not strikingly good, and the kiwi-fruit dominated. Perhaps this is not a combination to pursue.
The sangiovese house red was disappointing, as there are many reasonable sangioveses available now. The coffee was first rate.
I shall certainly eat here again, as I am often in the area, but I shall discuss the offerings on the menu before ordering. It's tempting always to have fegato and salvia!
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