"Once the barbecue’s checked out, the booze has run out, and you’ve stopped trying to eat a half-thawed Linda McCartney sausage, leave Highbury Fields behind and go to Trullo. You’ll find the segway from prosecco to pappardelle a very easy one as this is one of London’s best Italian restaurants. It’s a relaxed and relaxing place to be, whether you just want a plate of pasta, or you’re staying for the lip-smacking Amalfi lemon tart as well." - Jake Oliver
@TheInfatuation