so i mentioned assagi in the london restaurant post, and this was how lunch looked on our most recent visit. i love how tranquil it is despite being in the heart of buzzing notting hill. to be fair, we'd only been once before but the amazing waiter remembered us (!!!) right down to where we sat and what we'd talked about. quite embarrassingly, we'd forgotten the mister had casually mentioned a work trip to abruzzo but he recalled that little tidbit and we were floored. way to go to make us feel welcomed and known :) also appreciated how he recommended a cheaper wine when we described what we were after and it was excellent. small things like that leave me feeling all warm and fuzzy, how nice not to be ripped off for a change. old habits die hard and i can get so suspicious sometimes, much to the mister's chargrin. it was a lovely afternoon and we ended up having a three hour lunch, soaking in the dappled light and eating our way through sicilly.
the menu's all in italian (plus points for authenticity) but the staff are quick to explain the menu and are flexible on portion sizes.
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