Red Pepper

Dining here is a is a bit like being in an episode of that old Tv series “Land of the Giants”: you are seated at a tiny table, and are brought the smallest breadbasket in the world, which nonetheless does a good job of filling the table. The table spacing itself is, how can one put this: “snug”. I am a little surprised they don’t employ one of those people you see on the Tokyo subway system to push people in to the carriages, who could be usefully emplyed to cram the diners in here. The wine list is simple, but at least the wine bottles are full size, almost all from Italian producers. 

At a recent meal, a soup of borlotti beans was the least good dish, edible but rather lacking in flavour, decorated with a few clams, which did not really go as a flavour with the beans (11/20).  For a starter I had papardelle of quail and peas; the pasta had excellent texture, and although the quail had a few chewy bits the peas were good (14/20). Pizza rossi and a mushroom pizza were both superb, with excellent base and fine toppings – as good as any pizza in London at this time (13/20).  Coffee was good (14/20) and service was friendly. The prices are very fair here, the only gripe being that they add on 12.5% and then leave the credit card slip open. However the eminently fair prices are barely more than a high street pizza chain.