"We never met a more aperitivo hour-worthy mound of focaccia than the one at Willmott’s Ghost. It’s golden, super dense with pebble-sized crumb, and served drowning in olive oil that pools inside each dimple—not to mention earthy warmth imparted via rosemary. The whole specimen is ideal for swiping up creamy calabrian chili sauce from demolished plates of arancini, or as sustenance alongside a spritz." - Aimee Rizzo