Sadivino

This apparently humble little Italian café is nothing more or less than a wolf in sheep's clothing. Its location at the sleepy end of West Richmond Street is hardly compelling and a passing glance might mistake Sadivino for just another of those worthy restaurants that do a job, but lack that extra quality.

Look closer, if you will, and probably the first thing you will notice is the incredible value, closely followed by the quality of the ingredients, some 75% of which are imported from Italy, and not just any old Italian source either, but the right side of the hill, and the third meadow on the left past the slightly dilapidated church.

Within, a selection of tables and chairs would hardly be regarded as in the Chippendale bracket, and the décor speaks of a desperate scramble for space rather than a designer's dream. But really none of this matters when you come to sample the likes of beef bresaola and provolone salad, followed by shall we say crème brûlée, or better still affogato, which being translated is espresso with a dollop of vanilla ice cream.

There is also a shop for those who like the DIY-in-catering mode. However with two courses for around £5 on one of those merrily quaint tables are you going to do any better?