"It’s Monday. 7pm. Energy levels are low. There’s no food at home. You lost the will and ability to think coherently some time ago. You’re fairly certain a pigeon just shouted lasagne at you. Good idea winged friend. Stop by Trevi opposite Highbury and Islington station for a quick trough of lasagne, and enough cheesy carbs to guarantee a well deserved nine hour sleep. It’s the kind of Italian that favours fullness over finesse. But, alongside a little booth looking out on the rest of the room, that’s all you need." - jake missing
@TheInfatuation
