Ah Marmo, the cornerstone of Bristol’s little Italy. Literally, Marmo sits on the corner of a street occupied by a line of excellent Italian restaurants, broken up only by a burger joint rudely squatting in the middle.
Marmo has everything. It’s got great wine, friendly and informed service, a team who are restaurant royalty and a window bar that is surely intended for people watching. It’s got concise and clever cooking, a refreshingly short seasonal menu and it’s got fried gnocco – blistering golden pockets of air topped with salame rosa. Bellisimo.