Bella Pasta.
We had been out until 4am the night before, drinking ourselves stupid with beer after beer after beer (or rum & coke after jack & coke after wine spritzer - obviously not me)....the point being, we were starving, hung over, and a greasy fry up should have been more than adequate, but this bella pasta was simply brutta! Numero Uno: It is a scorcher of a day and we are not allowed to sit outside, fine we are starving, and quite frankly still drunk. Due: There are noisy kids inside who are allowed to shriek and sing, of course most unappreciated by the hung over. 3: We order and wait, and wait and wait and wait. We are not only starving but trying to meet someone on time across the city. 4: And this is the worst, the food arrives and it does not taste good. I know it is Britain, and how can you expect anything more, especially when you know what good italian is supposed to taste like....but this is no excuse. Firstly I usually eat well in the UK, and Bella Pasta is a chain of franchises, and so it simply depends on the luck of the draw, for example, the one in Glasgow is pretty good....Beh!
by Sheila on August 9, 2000
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Bella Pasta
Hays Galleria, London Bridge London, England