Italian restaurants. These seem to get neglected a lot by me and my choices of where to eat. It’s not that I don’t like Italian food, nothing of the sort, it’s more that I make a mean spag bol, creative pasta dish or pizza at home, so don’t always see the point in going out to eat it. That view was however changed last week. Last week Alex and I had date night at Marco Pierre White’s New York Italian in Bloomsbury. Escaping the sleet and rain, we were welcomed with a friendly hello, were seated through towards the back, and our coats were taken to be hung up – such a little gesture that makes you feel important. Robert, the lovely American team member…
