VyTA Review: Italian Food in the Old Flower Market
VyTA Review: Italian Food in the Old Flower Market | The Covent Garden piazza was a working vegetable market for three hundred years. It nearly became a road.
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Fifth Element Review: The Greeks Had Four, and the Fifth Was the Sky
Fifth Element Review: The Greeks Had Four, and the Fifth Was the Sky | Earth, water, air and fire – and then aether, which was what the heavens were made of, and it was perfect
Lina Stores Review: A Soho Deli From 1944 That Never Left
Lina Stores Review: A Soho Deli From 1944 That Never Left | A green-and-white shopfront on Brewer Street, opened by an Italian woman during the war, and still selling the same pasta
Bocca di Lupo Review: The Name Means Into the Mouth of the Wolf
Bocca di Lupo Review: The Name Means Into the Mouth of the Wolf | It is how Italians wish each other luck, and the correct reply is that the wolf should die
Amalfi Review: 4.8 From Fifteen Thousand People
Amalfi Review: 4.8 From Fifteen Thousand People | The largest sample in five postcodes, at one of the highest scores, and by our own rules that should be impossible
Casa Tua Review: The Seventh Bar Selling You Somebody’s Home
Casa Tua Review: The Seventh Bar Selling You Somebody’s Home | Your house – and it is not, and nobody lives there, and it is the most reliable proposition in this survey
Good Oak Review: A King Hid in a Tree and We Named Everything After It
Good Oak Review: A King Hid in a Tree and We Named Everything After It | Charles II spent a day up an oak at Boscobel with soldiers hunting him below. There are now hundreds of Royal Oaks.
DeGusto Review: There Is No Accounting for Taste
DeGusto Review: There Is No Accounting for Taste | De gustibus non est disputandum – and it is the oldest surrender in philosophy, and it is probably wrong
Ciro’s Pomodoro Review: The Basement That Never Stops Singing
Ciro’s Pomodoro Review: The Basement That Never Stops Singing | A Knightsbridge institution where the pizza comes with live music till late – and ‘pomodoro’ hides a lovely old story