Zac and Martha are coming over to our neck of the woods to try the new Studio Ghibli themed cocktail menu at Spirited, and have suggested grabbing a bite to eat beforehand. I wrack my brain for where to take them, and realise that Magari is perfectly on their way to us from town, and Alasdair and I have been looking for an excuse to go back for nearly a year now, so why not. One of the newer shipping containers on Wapping Wharf, Magari is a fantastic little pasta spot. A very limited menu is a good indicator of quality, and it matches up to its promise. I decide not to have a starter, but I do nab a bit of Alasdair’s bruschetta, which is perfectly crisp without being tough or displacing its toppings. The main event for me is the sausage ragu, well-apportioned with chunks of meat, well-seasoned without being overly salty, meaning the pecorino on top sits nicely amongst it all. If I had one complaint, it’s that it’s served with only a tiny fork, which makes spiralling the pasta which is thicker in width and depth than the fork can handle rather difficult, let alone a spoon to prop up with. Still, a minor quibble. Tiramisus for the non-vegans amongst us for dessert, with Martha and I opting for the classic and Zac opting for the deluxe option of adding some honey and an amaretti crumble. It does look good, but I think I made the right choice with the classic - the lily doesn’t need gilding.