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Food

The joy of garlic and easy listening: Pucci in Mayfair reviewed

6 April 2019

9:00 AM

6 April 2019

9:00 AM

I grew up in south-west London in the 1970s when Italian restaurants had exposed brick walls and paper tablecloths in red and white squares and giant pepper pots and were owned by people called Franco who slapped your father on the back. The lasagne came in individual dishes, oozing deep red tomato sauce so hot it stuck to the edges of the dish and burnt your tongue.

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