More Prada, Guicci and Jimmy Choo here than you can believe. Certainly this weeks spot for all the fake kisses in the the air to be seen.
Room is pleasant but squishy, I now know intimate details of the lives of the two tables next to ours. Kitchen is more "in your face"
than open. Expiditer need to tone down the "runners please/now ordering Gordon Ramsay (minus the explicatives) routine which was quite invasive.
Service was ernest with every glowbal manager mustered to the ready "charm" inhand.
Heirloom Caprese - excellent
Lamb Pizza - Very Greasy Served on a pizza paddle that left no room on the table for anything else. Good dough structure but more topped focaccia than pizza
Spaghetti with Meatballs - Spaghetti was well spiced but the "famous Kobe Meatballs" left us wanting, a little like eating at my cousins home who married an Italian and although she trys her best to follow an Italian recipe just doesn't get it.
Gnocchi - our least favourite dish, a little lead weighty
Roast Chicken - Excellent flavour and finish
Tiramisu - Excellent except for the coco powder top.
Although billed as a trattoria, this venture is no budget Italian dining experience. Will return in a few months once the hype has died down.
Lastly folks if a customer asks for salt all that is required is a salt shaker. The whole bit with the Bolivian Rose rock salt being grated at your table is way overdone and removes control of one of the most personal aspects of dining from your customer - that of salting your food.