Mangia, Mangia!

Hammersmith holds a special place in my heart. It was the first place I stayed (well, ok, technically I was in Shepherd's Bush) in London. I know it's not exactly a tourist mecca, but I was here for work. There's a tiny little sushi bar called Yoshi Sushi I visited with some guys from work. Years later, it's still open, and I've taken the wife and kids a couple times. We wanted to stop by one more time before we move back to the states, so we popped in late last week. They were fully booked. So we went to Capri instead.

I don't know what it is about this place, but I've been in here twice, and both times I've ordered organ meat. The first time it was kidneys, and they were a little much. This time it was the liver and onions with 4 different vegetables. Becca went with the spaghetti Bolognese. We split a calamari starter and a bottle of chianti. Everything was fantastic. This is some of the best Italian food I've had in London, and it seems to be a one-man show run by a little old man who doesn't speak much English. Or maybe he pretends not to speak much English as part of the experience. In any event, this seems to be the place local Italians come to eat, and I can see why. The calamari was tender, the pasta was fantastic, and watching the proprietor navigate between all the roles you see in a restaurant was quite entertaining. The liver was spot-on, if a bit stronger than I was expecting. We still need to stop in for sushi, but I was glad I had a chance to bring the wife here.