Resto 48 Il Panzerotto, Rome
Il Panzerotto, for me at least, wasn't the highlight of our stay in Rome.
Il Panzerotto, for me at least, wasn't the highlight of our stay in Rome.
The best meal of a short trip to Rome.
In town for a reunion with old school friends two thirds of the party insisted on eating before drinking. Sensible, right? especially as I had an early flight to Rome the next day. We spurned Pizza Express in favour of something local and this was a good idea. Service was friendly and the offer pretty…
We took coffee down the road at Flat White, which since I was last there in the 2010s appears to discovered that Billy Idol is C-O-O-L. Sorry kids, I was there and he was C-R-A-P. Thankfully their coffee remains superb.
Now, I can speak French and often do in France (and Belgium). But being expected to spontaneously speak it in Crouch End brought out the inner Kingsley Amis, which, to be honest, happens with greater frequency now that I've walked the earth for half a century.
So we emerged into the daylight early, peckish and under-boozed. Which was a shame.
Hazy recollection of a month ago Belgian burger.
It's a cliché but CB really is the epitome of the trad trattoria in central London, a breed that is not disappearing as much as you might think. But being in Bloomsbury it was about 20 quid more that it might have been, say, on Green Lanes. Even so, I didn't begrudge it the extra; Lamb's Conduit Street can be maddening in its Monocality but CB is keeping it real. Even if the customers aren't.
Amazing value for what we'd had food-wise but also given the attentive service and friendly atmosphere. It's almost worth making a diversion for.
All in all the perfect local Indian restaurant, may it live long and prosper.