Barney Says
Imagine you’re in the most beautiful Southern Italian village, on the beach, eating giant prawns dressed in garlic and chilli, mopping up the flavoured oil with focaccia. Except you’re not. You are in Harborne, at the place named after the most beautiful Southern Italian village, eating giant prawns dressed in garlic and chilli and mopping up the flavoured oil with focaccia.
Arguably better in reality, with a smarter wine list, and less problematic language barriers. We should probably tell you to order the prawns, because you should, but we’re also going to make a point of saying that the pasta is essential. All of it. But especially the beautifully light ragouts. You are on holiday, after all.
