I’m still not totally sold on the whole ‘small plates’ thing. It means you can try more, sure, but it also means you have to share, and that you might inadvertently order something small and end up hungry. The worst. We ordered small plates at Bocca di Lupo (though admittedly they do also serve most things on big plates, too), and piled up quite an eclectic Italian feast of crab linguine (pictured above), Manzo di pozza (pictured below), courgette flowers stuffed with mozzarella and anchovies (not as good as Salt Yard’s goats cheese version) and grilled spicy sausage.
Everything was very tasty and very authentic (I am giving myself honorary Italian status because I lived in Bologna for a year; feel free to disregard comments pertaining to authenticity if you believe that doesn’t count), but the only dish from that list that I’d order again is the linguine. Maybe we missed the stars of the menu due to being too pathetic to order pig’s liver/lamb sweetbreads/tripe, but even basic Italian food should be so good that you’re immediately fond of it. It’s the most endearing of all the cuisines. Bocca di Lupo is a good restaurant, but if I saw it again I’d air kiss, and what I was looking for was the sort of place that I’d want to full on hug.
Bocca di Lupo
12 Archer St, W1D 7BB, 020 7734 2223