{"id":5438,"date":"2026-04-03T20:55:29","date_gmt":"2026-04-03T20:55:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/britain\/5438\/"},"modified":"2026-04-03T20:55:29","modified_gmt":"2026-04-03T20:55:29","slug":"londons-10-best-old-school-italian-restaurants","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/britain\/5438\/","title":{"rendered":"London’s 10 best old school Italian restaurants"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Italian food in London goes back a long way<\/a>. For more than a century the capital has been home to delis and osterias, trattorias and ristorantes. It\u2019s hard to spend a better \u00a310 than in Terroni in Clerkenwell, Italia Uno in Fitzrovia or Bar Italia in Soho. All will bring you a mighty sandwich \u2014 ciabatta usually \u2014 fine espresso or a jovial spritz. Why anyone ever goes to Pret outside a train station is one of life\u2019s great mysteries. Just head to Bar Bruno for a whopping great chicken Milanese. <\/p>\n

Those who require a proper lunch or dinner, these are 10 of London\u2019s greatest old school Italian restaurants. Sadly, we\u2019ve had to remove the wonderful Da Maria in Notting Hill as founders Pasquale and Maria Ruocco decided to retire in February 2026 after more than 40 years. <\/p>\n

\"Il<\/p>\n

Il Giardino<\/p>\n

There is a cafe and deli on the island of Ischia, off the coast of Napoli, which I think might be the inspiration behind Il Giardino, one of Peckham\u2019s most joyful restaurants. Like Ischia\u2019s Serpico Specialit, Il Giardino is beautiful: outside, it\u2019s a soft mustard yellow, with green shutters and a green and white awning that hangs stiffly over a few alfresco tables. Inside, find a riot of old pine \u2014 the soft, curved kind that smells a bit like the back room of a church \u2014 paper napkins and dim lighting. There\u2019s exposed brick, stumpy thick wine glasses waiting for inoffensive house wine, and a dainty bar. Nothing much has changed since 1987, including the food. Don\u2019t deviate from one of the pasta dishes, most of which are softened by a fair amount of cream. There\u2019s spaghetti with garlic, chilli and mussels; penne with smoked bacon and a snappy tomato sauce; or, my favourite \u2014 a perfect representation of Italian-British cooking in London \u2014 the tagliatelle with chicken, ham, peas, and a little chilli. One more thing: Il Giardino remains wonderfully cheap. Everything is under \u00a320, trout and roast lamb included. <\/p>\n

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Ciao Bella is interesting because it has in recent years transcended being a local, neighbourhood restaurant and become a relatively famous London one. It\u2019s a destination, a place for which people travel across town. Why? Here since 1983 and under the stewardship of Felice Pollano since 1999, it\u2019s probably the best of old-school Italian kitsch: pictures of film stars on the walls, flimsy blue tablecloths, smart waiters and that sugary sort of affordable glamour. But it might also be the location in haughty Bloomsbury \u2014 to that end it\u2019s a little glitzier than most. Obviously, the place isn\u2019t really about the food, though something should be said about the portion sizes, ever-commendable. Stick to the Italian-British classics like tagliatelle with salmon, spaghetti and meatballs and grilled sea bass, and prepare to be unadventurous with wine \u2014 a bottle of Gavi for \u00a336 is okay. Ciao Bella is a little more expensive these days \u2014 popularity partly the cause, most likely \u2014 but it\u2019s still a magical restaurant, a London institution all should experience at least once.<\/p>\n

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Splash<\/p>\n

A Chelsea haunt since 1966, La Famiglia brands itself as an authentic Tuscan restaurant, one that’s about family, tradition, and dishes like mozzarella in carrozza (and the version here might be the best example of the dish in London). It was founded by Alvaro Maccioni who, though his name is little known as he never did much in the way of TV work, was hugely respected among the Italian chefs who helped to transform Britain\u2019s dining landscape in the 1960s. Though Maccioni died in 2013, the restaurant lives on in much the same guise as it always has. Price-wise, it\u2019s up there: bowls of vongole are about \u00a330 now; vitello tonnato is above \u00a320. Still, these practised dishes are solid, nostalgic, and the service well formed for its Chelsea clientele, which often includes a celebrity or two \u2014 like Mick Jagger, but also Kate Moss, Eric Clapton, Michael Caine. Tony Bennett too, once upon a time. Go for a special occasion. <\/p>\n

\"O'Sole<\/p>\n

O’Sole Mio<\/p>\n

Big pepper grinders at the ready, smiling waiters at O\u2019Sole Mio take them seriously. Here is a vehemently old guard sort of trattoria, one that\u2019s existed in Pimlico for well over 40 years. It\u2019s difficult to think anyone would stumble upon O\u2019Sole Mio (unless you were on your way to Grumbles, maybe<\/a>). Who other than residents ever walk past it, I wonder? It used to be my local. The best thing about it is the atmosphere. It\u2019s full of energy and wit and gaudy Tuscan motifs \u2014 there\u2019s a painting of a lemon tree in an enormous terracotta pot. O\u2019Sole Mio is also a vanguard in keeping balsamic glaze alive, so too the sprinkling of cayenne pepper and finely chopped parsley on the side of curling white, thick-rimmed plates. So much irreverence here, so much affection. Were it not for these contributing factors, the caprese salad, bruschetta and cream-lubed pastas would be nothing but nonplussing, despite their egalitarian price points (only the fruit de mare tops the \u00a320 mark, which if anything is quite a relief). But as it is, it works. Recommendations? Chefs still make their own pasta here \u2014 simple noodles \u2014 but it\u2019s only used for a select few dishes. Otherwise, the bolognese is good, as are the baked cannelloni of beef, mushrooms and tomatoes. <\/p>\n

Giuseppe’s Place, Borough <\/p>\n

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Giuseppe’s Italian <\/p>\n

Giuseppe’s<\/p>\n

The best thing about Giuseppe\u2019s Place is that it\u2019s open until 4am<\/a>. After about 10pm, the basement trattoria is cleared to become an Italian disco, glitterball and colourful lighting and all. And there, beneath the rumble of London Bridge, all manner of nonsense unfolds. But discover that for yourself after dinner. Speaking of which, the carbonara is a good shout \u2014 full of cream of course \u2014 while the likes of lobster ravioli, rigatoni amatriciana, and spaghetti \u201cmy way\u201d (prawns, asparagus and cherry tomatoes in lashings of white wine and cream) are popular among regulars. Giuseppe\u2019s might qualify as south London’s version of Bar Italia thanks to its red and green neon lighting, spirited vibes and slightly murky undertones, but it\u2019s too new at 40 years old. Still, it\u2019s a bastion of the old guard and also boasts a solid sandwich bar for takeaway on the ground floor. Anyone in need of a quick bite while changing trains should head there in lieu of some tedious chain given it\u2019s only a five minute walk from the station. <\/p>\n

\"2<\/p>\n

2 Veneti<\/p>\n

The Marylebone restaurant 2 Veneti has existed on Wigmore Street for 20 years. It has only drawn one major food review: Michael Winner, for The Times in 2007, about a year after owner Simon Piovesan opened the place (then with a business partner, since departed). Winner loved it and what enamoured him then remains: beautiful Venetian food, a lovely wine list, and a knowledgeable and likeable team. Piovesan, half Italian, half British, is an impeccable host. He takes pride in northern Italian traditions. Baccala\u2019 mantecato con polenta alla griglia, a Venetian speciality of whipped salted cod, fried capers with grilled white polenta, is a luxurious savoury ice cream, creamy to the point of near-rapture; risottos are prepared in the north-westerly way, a little looser and lighter than those in Lombardy and Piedmont, rooted in Italy\u2019s mountainous regions and better suited to skiers and hikers; as for the gnocchi, it\u2019s probably the best in town, made with just 10 per cent flour to potato (as it should be; gnocchi is mostly ruined here in Britain). <\/p>\n

\"vasco<\/p>\n

vasco and piero<\/p>\n

The tale of Vasco and Piero\u2019s Pavilion is not an unlikely one. A bombastic fixture for 50 years on Poland Street in Soho \u2014 pictured above as it was \u2014 the place was forced to close during the pandemic owing to a dispute with the landlord, prompting significant backlash from storied diners who fondly remembered the wit of founder Vasco Matteucci and who wished to support his son Paul, then newly in charge. It moved soon after to a premises on D\u2019Arblay Street and today the restaurant lives on. It\u2019s quite high-end, Vasco and Piero\u2019s, less balsamic glaze, more octopus carpaccio, freshly made tortellini and Tuscan sausages with pecorino and truffles from Umbria. White linen is perpetual, negronis by candlelight too. The restaurant upholds tradition majestically \u2014 it makes a point of it: \u201cSame old, same old\u2026 but better. Tradition. We hate change.\u201d Many would argue that this is exactly what Italian trattorias should be: relic-like, but with chefs who aren\u2019t disaffected and can really cook. <\/p>\n

\"Bagatti's\"<\/p>\n

Bagatti’s<\/p>\n

Including Bagatti\u2019s in this list might be a stretch. The food isn\u2019t what it was, or wasn\u2019t quite on the money when I last visited. But its place here holds fast because it\u2019s a solid example of a true suburban neighbourhood Italian, one run by the same family since its conception (1990) and whose staff serves tables with a sort of luscious ebullience \u2014 everyone is genuinely pleased you\u2019re there. Croydon can be a depressing place<\/a>; in recent years people have tried and failed to bring it back to life. Restaurants such as Bagatti\u2019s are flagpoles with flags ailing but still flying and that is something to be admired. Years ago, it was very much the place to be and you had to know the owners to get a last minute table. Now it is quieter. Order zucchini fritti, calamari and a lamb rack with roast peppers and you\u2019ll leave content. It\u2019s your best bet in south Croydon, anyway. <\/p>\n

Trevi, Highbury and Islington<\/p>\n

\"Trevi\"<\/p>\n

Trevi<\/p>\n

Trevi in Highbury and Islington is old: there since 1962. It\u2019s hard to imagine London then, when pasta was as likely to come in a tin as a bowl, the Beatles were still quite young and England were four years off winning the World Cup. What a time it must\u2019ve been. It\u2019s not hard to determine why Trevi opened where it did \u2014 Islington, like Waterloo and Clerkenwell, was where innumerable Italians settled in London post-war. Some would\u2019ve visited for Roman classics like carbonara, liver with onions and red wine, and veal prepared in the Milanese way. Today dishes such as sea bass with olives, capers and lemon are as guarded, as well as gnocchi with pesto, seafood risotto and garlic bread. A north London favourite for a reason and still delightfully cheap (change from \u00a320 sans wine). <\/p>\n

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Daniel Lynch<\/p>\n

The claim that Il Portico is the oldest family run Italian restaurant in London could well be discounted by the venue above. The Chiavarinis<\/a>, who hail from Emilia-Romagna in the north of Italy, opened the Kensington fixture in 1967. No matter if it isn\u2019t the oldest; it\u2019s among them and the food is incomparable. This isn\u2019t just a historic trattoria, but home to some of the finest Italian cooking in town. Produce here is lauded, cared about, and much is shot by the current proprietor James, third generation and who looks over the restaurant as if a centurion on watch. This is a white linen tablecloth Italian, one for heady barolos, valpolicella and flavours of rabbit and wild boar; expect celebrity pricing. Menus change but will never disappoint: the most fortunate will visit and be met with dishes such as squid ink tagliolini with clams, roast bream and what might be the best osso buco outside Lombardy. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Italian food in London goes back a long way. For more than a century the capital has been…\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":5439,"comment_status":"","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[26],"tags":[1812,3077,3076,2611,27],"class_list":{"0":"post-5438","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-london","8":"tag-food","9":"tag-indian","10":"tag-italian","11":"tag-italy","12":"tag-london"},"share_on_mastodon":{"url":"https:\/\/pubeurope.com\/@UnitedKingdom\/116342772383418632","error":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/britain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5438","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/britain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/britain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/britain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/britain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5438"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/britain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5438\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/britain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5439"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/britain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5438"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/britain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5438"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/britain\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5438"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}