Date of Last Visit: Friday, June 13
The Victim: Me
The Damage: £15
The Background: I love London. I love my blog. I love the people who read my blog in and out of London. I love when I have no plans and all of a sudden, a plan presents itself at the perfect time and the perfect place.
Scott in Tasmania read my Fernandez & Wells post on Friday and left a comment…"Have you gone to see Tony at Lina Stores, down the road in Brewer Street?" Why no, I haven’t! But it sure sounds like I should! So I did.
The Entrance: Lina’s is packed with pasta and vegetables and more pasta and cheese and meats and olive oils and vinegars. It is happy chaos and I fall in love. There’s home made raviolis on the counter so I order some artichoke and some spinach. (If you know the difference between ravioli and tortellioni, let me know.)
The young man serving me talks me into the pesto and the parmasean to go along with it and he is very wise. I don’t know anything about sports, but Italy seemed to be playing while I was there so you can imagine three generations of Italians yelling at the TV while they are packing up my ravioli.
The Verdict: I buy four portions of ravioli and eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next few days. I’m serious. I’ll be back many times.