Gigi’s had kindly invited me to swing by for some lunch. Who am I to turn down such a treat from a fancy Italian? I’d arranged to meet China Chen (Mum), who loves Italian, therefore who better to review it with me? (Just a little reminder: I wasn’t paid for this review, and any reviews that I am sponsored to write I will state it, and even then I won’t write a good review for a shitty meal – you can’t bribe my stomach!).
Vegan month would just have to be postponed another day.
They had the most adorable salt and pepper shakers shaped as cocktail shakers. I wanted to steal them.
The gorgeous lunch started with the ultimate bread basket.
Spinach and Squid Ink Bread Rolls, as well as bread sticks and Italian crisp bread with whipped salted butter.
Italians have many courses. Starters, Pasta, Main, Dessert. We prepared ourselves – it’d be rude not to do as the Italian’s do.
To start, I had the Roasted Octopus with Borlotti Beans and Flamed Onion Both.
Mum had the 62 Degree Egg, Girolles wPickled Tomato and Crispy Parma Ham.
Both delicious, but I liked mine the best. The octopus is a must-order.
When they asked us if we’d like anything to drink, Mum blurted out ‘rosé’. even though it’s winter. She’s a funny one. Although it’s never too cold for a glass!
We happily sipped on it pretending we were far, far away in a hot Italian summer.
Although this is a picture of me overjoyed with how good this octopus was.
I thought the best had come, but I was very wrong.
Mum and I knew that no way in hell would we finish 4 courses without crying about stomach pains for the rest of the day (which Ming and Boy would inevitably have to put up with), so we sensibly got a pasta for our second course to share.
Okay. YOU NEED TO ORDER THIS TOO. But I’d get it to share as it’s pretty rich.
Pappardelle Zafferano with Ossobuco and Sage Butter. Even though I fool some people with my Italian name, I have no idea what that means. Maybe it means bloody delicious.
By the time the mains arrived, we were struggling. Happily struggling, but I suddenly felt thankful I was wearing my stretchy trousers. Phew. Aint nobody got time for a belt.
We shared the two mains – first was Miso Marinated Black Cod, Kale and Sea Lettuce. (A little salty and watch out for any bones!).
The second was the Black Leg Chicken with Truffle Roast Celeriac and Red Cabbage.
I preferred this one and may have had a little/a lot more than my fair share.
Shit I forgot we’d ordered sides.
It was a side of Black Cabbage and Mashed Potatoes. You don’t need the kale really with the cod as it comes with it, but it’s delicious! And, of course, you can never go wrong with a creamy mash.
We were like two little stuffed piggies at this point.
But then this was stuck in front of our noses. It was like a light shone down on us and we knew what we had to do.
There’s always that little magical space in your stomach reserved for dessert. God gave us that gift for a reason, people.
Gigi’s Signature Tiramisu was then introduced into our lives. It’s undoubtedly their most popular dessert, and I can see why. A deconstructed plate of deliciousness.
We sealed the deal with an espresso.
It felt like Mum had to lift me up and roll me out of the restaurant. Thank goodness for these modern day taxi apps, no way was I risking an awkward post-meal flatulence situation on the tubes.
Worth every bite (and there were a lot of bites).