Come to Spain, eat Italian. Go figure. But I'm so glad we did.
Tucked away near the Plaza de Oriente you simply have to search this place out, because it deserves more diners than were there the night we ate (the only people in the place until about 10.30 when one chap come in on his own).
Portions are on the generous size (unless you're used to supersized American meals), but that means nothing if it's not tasy, and the simple grilled cheese starter I had was both immense and immensely tasty. Followed by a deceptively large plate of teeny, perfectly formed, beautifully textured gnocchi (I'm picky about my gnocchi, I make arather good version at home but this far exceeded my efforts) I was sitting at the table virtually unable to take another bite, with a big grin on my face, and some recommended Sardinian wine left to drain.
But it would have been rude not to have dessert, and seeing a 'taster' option, with three desserts on one plate, I thought this would be a light, small option. Maybe it's because they were quiet, but each of the three could have been served on their own, and all were delightful.
As was our waitress. With time to chat we learned she was from Argentina, that she loved Sardinia (hence the wine recommendation), and I got told off for suggesting the Spanish language was like French (I can read Spanish, and understand snippets of slow coversation, without having learned any by applying my knowledge of French).
It's an encouraging start to the place knowing that it's linked to the Slow Food movement, and like the reviewer before our three-person table came to less than £100 including the bottle of wine, three courses for two people, two courses for one person, and an extra coffee.
Go. You won't regret it.
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