Hannah R.
Yelp
John and I returned to Cafe Gandolfi for our 6-month-iversary night out a few weeks ago, despite John giving me a knowing look and mumbling "...was that not the scene of your birthday meal disaster?..." ...but I'm very happy to announce that it was anything but a disaster this time round!
They managed to squeeze us in last minute on a Friday night (always book in advance - this place gets craaaaazy busy at the weekends), when we arrived and were seated it was literally a bit of a squeeze to get in to the table. We were flanked by two massive tables of people tipsily pouring wine and loudly telling anecdotes. The great thing about Gandolfi though is that this kind of atmosphere just adds to the experience!
We ordered a stupidly expensive bottle of Greek red wine, which was possibly the best wine I've ever had (I forget the name but it was certainly tall, dark and handsome, like every good Greek should be) and ordered straight off the specials board for that evening. I had ricotta stuffed courgette flowers served with homemade chilli jam, while John went for black pudding, poached duck egg and asparagus.
We still talk about these starters from time to time with glazed-over looks in our eyes and drool on our chins.
For main I had the biggest bowl of spaghetti with pine nuts, red peppers and nuggets of soft Gorgonzola, while John splurged on the slow-cooked lamb shank, which cost £14 and damn well looked worth every penny. My spaghetti defeated me, however, and I had to leave almost half of it uneaten if i had any chance of fitting in a dessert. The waitress informed me as she cleared the table that you can order all the pastas in half portions (at half the price) for when you're feeling the squeeze (both in your purse and your belt).
For dessert John had, what I can only describe as, a monolith of cheesecake, which he informed me, in between bites, was "mmmhmmmmmhhhhmmm" which I interpreted as "good, thanks". I, of course, went for the baklava. And it was everything I'd remembered it to be. Flaky, sticky, oozing with rose water and perfectly sweet against the sour Greek yoghurt. I still think about that dessert from time to time with glazed-over eyes and drool on my chin.
Overall the service was cheerier, the food was more tasty, and the evening was much happier than my previous visit. All hail the baklava!