"first thought when going in portobello garden arcade: we will really fit here. before they visit, foresight: the place is tiny, and fills quite quickly. when they wait for a table, they are condemned to stand outside; it could not be exactly what they hope, unless it is the middle of the summer. the good news is that they may not have to wait so long: this is a restaurant that attracts far larger quantities and queues when it was a bit bigger, or easier to see from the main road. at the moment it could be one of the best secrets of the portobello road; so well maintained, I recently discovered it, although I have lived in the opposite for three years. I visited the week before Christmas and found the place decorated with panettone and pandoro boxes everywhere. they even hang on the deck. woah', said the three colleagues with whom I was together, that is so pretty. woah', I said, are the ones for sale. I have turned my eyes off before the cake-yellow sandwiches have entered, but contradictory attempt is not an option in it: it was not long before I discovered the counter at the bottom of the room, where most of the if they are not hungry when they get in, they will be at the time they order./ encouraged by what I had just seen, I thought that I had the mozzarella, prosciutto, rakete and carasau brotplatte (simply, but fulfilling, a reliable favorit of me) or a shining, mozzarella and aubergine sandwich with promising. it was an ice age free day, but I went for a warm, hearty head: wild boar ravioli, from the daily special menu./ the ravioli came with much rich, smooth tomato sauce. they can hardly go wrong with pasta with sauce, but that was the superpowerful type. I could hardly taste the meat that felt disappointing, as the filling is the best part of a ravioli recipe for me. I loved the smoked ricotta dip, although: I don't often see that enough in london. I would smoke on all my pasta stuff if I could find a load that sells it. I should have asked where they come from, damned./ one of my colleagues ordered kartoffelgnocchi with bark meat ragù. he was impressed by the gnocchi; not so much with the spicing what he claimed to miss a kick. even from outside it looked overly rich in tomatenpassata and poor in bark. the meat was cut into large pieces, and, as I said, a bit too fat for a sauce ingredient./ another colleague ordered oktopussalat and was very happy with it. she can't eat gluten, so she gave us that side bread. we were fast to sneak it, and my enthusiasm over warm brot was quickly faded, as I realized it was garlic bread. I don't know who has spread the word that garlauchbrot is unmistakable italian, but that must stop now. Garlauchbrot is not a thing; simple brot that we can dive in olive oil (which is also on the menu, by the way), served with a kind of spread, ot is just eating on own faust, we rub garlic on bread, sometimes but that is to make bruschetta, which is a completely different thing. no more demanding Italian I know how garlic bread. some do not even know that it exists because they bless, they have never eaten the restitution of the British food./ total: portobello garden arcade makes more convincing eating than the average cheap Italian restaurant in london, but their dishes could be much closer to what they would actually eat in italia. I could be disappointed; I don't choose to be. I went for a decent, warm, hearty eating and got exactly that as well as a mood boost thanks to the warm, lively atmosphere of the restaurant. I wouldn't mind coming back and trying another court."
