The Italians have a special feast to celebrate and a saint to invoke on the passing of an illness, and it was for this reason that I made my way down to Gazzano in Clekenwell to but myself a big raisin danish to celebrate the waning of my cold (Ok, I admit, although I claimed it was flu, it was probably just a cold). Actually, I made the stuff about Italians up, but I the part about the cake and the celebration were true, and that was a damn fine danish. I'm pretty spoiled for choice with Italian delis here, but more and more I'm coming round to the view that Gazzano's is the one. As the picture shows, it's located in a very cool building and it also has a nifty little cafe out the back.
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