Sartori

Authentic Italian Delights in Central London

As a seasoned epicurean chronicler, I recently ventured into Sartori, an Italian holiness nestled tenderly near Leicester Square that teeters between traditional allure and bustling vibrancy. The place barely introduces itself from the outside—classic Covent Garden understatement—but those in the know swear by its formidable reputation for turning simple ingredients into opulent feasts. The pizzas emerge from stone ovens reminiscent of Nonna’s rustic kitchen, crowned generously with fresh cheeses, it’s a harmonious blend delivered by deft Italian hands. Among the dishes, the penne Siciliana danced joyously on my palate with rich tomato undertones complimented softly by aromatic herbs. Surrounding me was an anthology of joyful clatter from diners indulging in sumptuous octopus starters through to divine lemon desserts.

The sartorial service framework, however, creaks occasionally under the deluge of fervent food adorers who flock here. Whilst patiently awaiting luscious plates amidst candid chatter, there’s a graceful authenticity within the chaos. Dining at Sartori is akin to being a guest at an exuberant Italian family festa—noisy but delightfully spirited. Recommendations flourished for Angelo—a beacon of Italian warmth amidst kinetic service demands. Forearmed with knowledge from locals, reservations are wise shields against the boisterous weekend throng, though rest assured the patience is gilded with good dining fortune—best evidenced in the house specialty tiramisu, worth all the anticipatory laps of indulgence. Sartori does nothing if not guffaw at London’s pretentious air, reminding us via its endearing simplicity just why we revere Italian cuisine the world over. — Audrey Al Dente