Pasta Romagna

Beware - step over the threshold of this café and you will not be allowed to leave without eating. The staff appear to be suffering from Stockholm Syndrome under the rule of exuberant, opera-singing owner Mrs Walker, whose relentless belting out of the Italian greats once saw her threatened with a noise abatement order by the council. The killjoys seem to have backed off now; maybe they were topped with sauce and zapped in the microwave like a gremlin in front of your eyes, just like the pasta they serve. The pizza's a safer option.

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