Watch more of our videos on ShotsTV.com and on Freeview 262 or Freely 565 Drawn in as if by a magnet by the A-boards advertising lunchtime deals my cousin, his wife and myself took the steps from Fish Street and followed the directions. Approaching the restaurant in St Alkmond's Square , past a dumped pallet, we saw a squat little building with mesh grills over the windows, and looking rather like a hidden toilet block.
Or perhaps a village hall where the committee is worried about the windows being smashed by vandals. The colourful signs beckoned us in and I was trusting the word of a local bar manager who revealed to me the secrets of the food that we were about to experience. And my cousin had already offered to pay for the food, so all was set up.
I was keeping my fingers and toes crossed that my reputation in the eyes of the family would not be utterly and irrevocably ruined. But as soon as you take the steps down into the bowels of the building it is immediately obvious that this is something different. The building is actually the old vestry at the back of St Julian’s Church and there is a neatness to the place that indicates that it is lovingly looked after.
Once inside the very small restaurant it is clear where the owner's passions lie; it is Italy through and through. There are football flags on the walls, little nick-nacks, maps of the Italian peninsula, and the sort of stuff that you might buy when wandering around the Colosseum in Roma. We were in luck when th.
