Walked in to Campagnolo last week with a craving for their spaghetti all’amatriciana. It was chilly outside and visions of warmth and a glass of red were dancing in my head. I sat at the bar and was almost swayed… Continue Reading →
It seems that every couple of weeks another Italian restaurant crops up doing that whole “nonna” cookin’ schtick. These restaurants are like a wave washing upon a shore. A shore littered with the remains of those restaurants’ Italian brethren where their grandmothers may, or may not have, been in the kitchen. Normally, I’d say that Toronto doesn’t need more Italian fare served up. I really would. If only the fare wasn’t so damn good.
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