Who’s the daddy

Yes, I’ve noticed it’s the Olympics. Yes, I’m proud to be British. Yes, I’ve fallen in love with London all over again. But what’s with all the ‘Best of British’ themed menus everywhere? One of my favourite things about the city is how deliciously diverse its restaurants are. You really can get a genuine taste of any country in the world without getting on a plane. And so, it was off to Babbo in Mayfair for quite possibly the best Italian I’ve had outside Lake Garda. Visiting London during the Olympics? If it’s somewhere a bit special you’re after, read on…

When it comes to interiors, Babbo (which means Daddy in Italian) pulls off something few restaurants do – a high-end elegance that’s also super cosy and homely. Think luxe chandeliers and white linen table cloths, with black and white Italian family photos on the wall – you can definitely tell it was inspired by the restaurants of Tuscany. And since I’m not going abroad this summer, it was like a little ray of sunshine!

And without further ado, OMG, the food. Here’s a sample of two of the restaurant’s specialities – meatballs (above) and melanzane parmigiana (below). The staff were very charming and accommodating, serving us a selection of dishes to share – starting with Beef Carpaccio through to Veal Milanese. They encourage a pasta course, fish course and meat course (as well as starter and dessert!) which makes a luxurious change from the typical antipasto/pizza combo. The pasta menu boasts everything from duck ragu to gnocchi with truffle shavings but with a lasagne that’s prepared from a 100 year old secret recipe also on there, it’s kind of a no-brainer…

Babbo is definitely a treat place. You can’t go and just have one course, that would just be rude when so much thought and care has gone not only into the menu but into the individual presentation of every dish. Nor could you eat there every week (I was still full the day after) but it is the place to take friends and friends for a luxurious dinner out. We are celebrating after all…