Easily missed, Giuseppe’s. But many will have seen the mad old Italian restaurant of the same name, a Borough stalwart almost 40 years old; Ciao Bella-esque and still family run. In a part of London shaped by modernity, the place is defiant: see its bright tricolour flag and its tagliatelle al salmone. I sort of love that restaurants run by Italians are more likely to add cream to their carbonara, and those run by English chefs are generally more fiercely, even obsessively authentic.
Below the restaurant is a bar open until 4am. That’s another thing I half-love about London, how nearly everyone claims it isn’t a late city. You just have to know where to look. Some people will cry “Trisha’s” here and yes, a glorious institution. Some people might also consider having a personality of their own.
