In London, you’re kind of spoilt for choice when it comes to eating out. I’m a pretty big fan when of Italian food and again, you’re spoilt for choice in terms of where you choose to get your Italian fix.

Always keen to try out new spots I headed to Rossopomodoro. They asked if I'd like to come by one evening to try the menu, I wasn’t going to say no was I?

They have a few chains dotted around Central London and then a restaurant in Birmingham for those in the Midlands. We (Lauren) visited their location in Camden and took it as an opportune moment to look around an area of London I often miss out when visiting.

Tucked away from Camden High Street Rossopomodoo is nice and quiet spot for dinner as the main road can get rather crowded and busy, especially in the market areas. The place was all on one floor, with an exposed kitchen at the back. I was a pretty big fan of the wooden tables and tiles which would’ve made for a fitting #fromwhereistand Instagram post. As you’d expect their menu offered the Italian ‘staples’ to use a fashion term, so antipasti, pasta and pizzas dishes and then Italian salads, all for a pretty reasonable price.

For starters we opted for calamari, lightly deep fried and served with courgette. I much prefer calamari when it’s lightly battered opposed to resembling something that looks like an onion ring, so definite points there Rossopomodoro!

We also had the prosciuttina which is diced parma ham served with garlic focaccia. Although the meat was quite nice, it became rather samey quite quickly

and would've acted better as part of a meat selection then a singular.

Mains came around soon after, choosing nothing other than a big ol’ pizza, the fancy Italian name being ventura (mozzarella, parma ham, rocket, parmesan, basil). I was tempted by the calzone, but I don’t think I’ve ever finished one as they are ridiculously filling. There’s nothing worse when you order a pizza with pretty much nothing on, but this was completely the opposite and left me feeling satisfied. Lauren went for a pasta dish that I believe had a blend of mushrooms, garden peas and mascarpone that looked really great and had her defeated. Meaning no desert for Lauren… that wasn’t going to stop me though.

I ended up choosing probably the most non-Italian desert on the menu, ice cream and then an espresso to give me a little boost before some work in the evening. You can’t really go wrong with ice cream so it was, well, pretty standard.

For all the food choices in the market, sometimes there are just too many people and Rossopomodoro in Camden offers a really good alternative without having to go far from the high street. Also, our waitress Italia - a fitting name for a waitress in an Italian restaurant - was a joy. So if you’re reading this Italia from Rossopomodoro, then thank you!