The kind of place I’d avoid just because I’ve never heard of it and it’s never been reviewed. But turned out to be a delight. We sat outside in a torrential summer downpour and had a couple of sensational pasta dishes, four glasses of good house plonk and sparkling water, all for less than £40. Spaghetti vongole was perfect, whilst my crab and ginger with a thin pasta whose name I’ve forgotten was pretty much the best Italian dish I’ve I’ve had outside Italy — or inside, come to think of it. The place is Greek/Turkish owned, which isn’t encouraging for an Italian, but the chef the night we were there was from Bologna.