PaStation

Authentic Italian Delight with Stellar Service

On arrival at Pastation, nestled conveniently next to Goodge Street underground station, I found myself swept into a lively whirlwind of aromas and bustling activity. As if propelled by some magical al dente orchestrator, patrons buzzed in and out, all indulging their appetite for the sociable comforts of Italian cuisine, right down to the extra sprinkling of controversy over parmesan and substitutions discussed in hushed yet humorous undertones among tables. It was a late night affair with punta-arrabbiata, margherita sweetness, and prawn pistachio debuting in intervals no longer than 10 minutes, all underscored by occasional bursts of “grazie mille” from staff and diners alike.

Spotlighting the human accompaniments to this culinary music were Luigi and Alessia, who appeared not just part of the scenography but as binding spirits to the thoroughfare tale. Luigi, with recommendations spilled over tables like aged balsamic glaze, had the room coiled around his index finger pointing towards dishes like seafood Alla Siciliana, billed as worth quicker sidewalk queues apparently quieted only by the chef’s lip-smacking mastery and ensuing Ferrero Rocher curtain calls. My journey through pasta cloisters lacked nosedive dramas, except for whispered words that hinted at bill discrepancies around adulterous parmesan shavings. Yet, savoring the friendly symphonies amidst such divine chaos tied my newfound affection squarely around a loyalty card impatient for its eighth timestamp—a yummy resolve to 'pasta-fy' my stroll along Tottenham more often than not. — Clarissa Cuisinier