We fancy a quick bite for dinner after My Beautiful Laundrette, and what’s not to love about having Cotto just around the corner. It’s a delightfully bitty meal - let’s get some sourdough and butter (beautifully salted) in, let’s get some olives in. I get some beautiful wild garlic arancini, drenched in parmesan and perched atop a basil aioli. A classic Bianchi’s panna cotta for dessert and an espresso martini altogether too late in the evening, balanced out by a limoncello because Magda strolled past the window, clocked we were in, and sent some over. What a thrill to be treated to well.