I had a brilliant night tonight with a bunch of old friends brought together by the medium otherwise known as Facebook. Rather than waffle on about the power of social networking, or wondering how it is that we all ended up working in social policy one way or another, I'll talk instead about Italian restaurants that I think are cool.
That's because we wound up at Italian Graffiti, possibly a contender for my top five restaurants in London. B, who was there tonight, remembers going there as a kid with his ma for glamorous lunches. Don't think the decor has changed. Cheap, good house wine, great venue, all round top marks from me. Went there first with J-J, one brilliant night where we wound up at Trash Palace via some free champagne (thank you essex banker boy) at the Soho Hotel.
Other wonderful Italians. Well, Ciao Bella has already had its very own posting here. Then there's Donna Margherita, totally unexpected but a delight after any trip to the Battersea Arts Centre, as I found last night after seeing The Human Computer with yet another J. Spiga is a place I've not been to for too long but will be eternally seared onto my brain as the place my beloved G came out to me, over large number of negronis.
And of course there's the Vineyard of Italy in Vauxhall, worth going to simply to enjoy the rudeness of Jay, the human rights student slash waiter who is kind enough to grace said venue with his presence. Currently in receivership, which is gutting, but I am praying it returns in one form or another. Not least because it's five minutes from my house.
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