Casa Tua King's Cross

£8 - £20 / Italian, Mediterranean, Spanish, Wine bars, Cocktail bars, Vegetarian options

106 Cromer St, London

Opening hours

11AM-10PM

Sunday 9AM-10PM
Monday 11AM-10PM
Tuesday 11AM-10PM
Wednesday 11AM-10PM
Thursday 11AM-10PM
Friday 11AM-10PM
Saturday 9AM-10PM

Authentic Italian Flavors Near King's Cross

Nestled near King's Cross, Casa Tua feels like a sanctuary from the hustle and bustle, promising a brush with Italian authenticity so dearly craved in London's cosmopolitan swirl. As you step inside, there's an undeniable coziness – a warmth emanating from rustic accents, inviting tables, and teasing aromas that suggest someone in the kitchen truly knows their way around a garlic clove. It's a place where the service is often as invigorating as an espresso shot and where recommendations come thick and fast because, well, who doesn’t adore suggesting why the parmigiana is a cut above the rest? Here, charm and a blooming selection of wines mingle, creating a scene befitting hearty conversations and indulgent chew times.

The food, while receiving a barrel-tide of passionate endorsement from multiple diners, doesn't always soak up its own plaudits without skepticism. Pasta – the cornerstone – fizzles somewhere between good and great depending on one's particular nostalgic yardstick of authenticity. Then there's the slightly goldilocks affair of whether your pizza is too soggy, too dry, or annoyingly just right once you’ve battled with toppings or the odd bit of unwelcome raw dough. The charming upstairs tends towards affability with such quick remedies, while the basement can throw up more drama than an Opera buffo, especially if you’re mighty sensitive to paint fumes. Do ask for an upstairs table if possible, unless your adventures are inclined retro-escape rooms sans the puzzles but with the occasional hovering manager. Pricing is decidedly London-esque – service charges toy thrilling psalms trying to soften the hefty clang of lovely but not wince-worthy proportions, enough to keep repeat intrigue piqued while wallets sigh resignedly. — Milo Tastemaker