"Every time we’re on the bus going down Holloway Road or coming up it towards Highbury Corner, we get a pang of anxiety. “Where’s Trevi?”, we think. We can’t see it. It’s gone. Has it been absorbed by the little Waitrose to make a big Waitrose? No, there it is. Phew. Exhale. That’s how inconspicuous this no-nonsense Italian is. The lasagne is sloppy and the spaghetti is al dente. There’s Moretti on tap and the wine has given us heartburn umpteen times. But the regulars and randomers who fill the wooden booths are always kept warm and (very) well-fed." - jake missing, heidi lauth beasley, rianne shlebak
Karolina Wiercigroch
