Vague memories of eating soup, spuds and fish. D for effort.
A good competitor to Pizza Express on the pizza front with lots of veggie options.
When the waiter said they had two kinds of home made grappa it seemed rude not to take an option on both of them so we did that. One was golden and slightly briny, smooth like a real tequila. The other was white and flavoured with rosemary from their own herb garden. I supped and tried to decide which was the better. They were both good.
Stay off the pizza and you'll be ok.
A patient waitress delivers good beer and sandwiches. Recommended. Oh, and dick walloping muppets.
The world's largest tapas on a perfect Venetian evening.
Having execrated the selfie generation I watched a revenue crushing queue form in the company of the waitress of the year. And my wife.