Jeremy has come to visit from that London for Zac’s 30th, and at the last minute (I’m already on the bus home) suggests a quick bite to eat before he heads back. I’m only too happy to oblige. We pop into Marmo to see if we can squeeze in, Hayley very happily directs us downstairs to Rita Paradis’ pop-up residency, and we very happily accept. We’re both still quite full from a late lunch, so it’s a small selection of small plates to see us through. Olives, naturally, good plump juicy ones. Pasteis de bacalhau each, perfect little salt cod fritters (although I might have liked some lubricating sauce with them). Delica pumpkin with toasted almonds, and a rich tomato salad served with sourdough round us off, as do a couple of glasses of red and a really lovely catch up with an old friend. I think, in the scheme of things, it is a worthy residency for Marmo’s downstairs wine bar, but it doesn’t quite rival its parent venue. What luck that both are available, though!