A slice of little Italy

What do you expect to find in the middle of a large electronics store. Surely not a gourmet Italian restaurant. And yet, if you walk past the home theatre systems and cameras displayed at Croma in Malad and take the escalator to the first floor, you will hit a sprawling restaurant complex. And nestled in this bunch of eateries, a gem called Little Italy.

I've eaten at three separate branches of Little Italy in Mumbai (one of which is now closed). And all these places dish out authentic Italian fare with a consistency that amazes me. Their specialty is thin crust stone-baked pizzas and an assortment of pastas and risottos. My favorite is the pizza called Bombay. Its spicy and comes topped with paneer and mushrooms. Yet another favorite (and the one featured here) is spinach and ricotta ravioli in a hearty tomato, mushroom and wine sauce.

They do have a decent bar but somehow the drinks always disappoint. As do their desserts. Stick to pizzas and pastas, for that's what they do best, and that's what provides you a taste of Italy anytime you need it, right here in Bombay.

And by the way, this lovely picture comes courtesy a friend who came to see me from Pune last weekend. Or should I say, came from Pune to have dinner at Little Italy. Trust me, they are that good!

Comments

notyet100 said…

this looks delicious,..nice post..thnks for sharing..

May 28, 2008 at 1:51 PM

Swati Raman Garg said…

i completely agree... just being curious which one n olonger exists.. i used to love d juhu tara road one ...

May 28, 2008 at 4:13 PM

Anonymous said…

The juhu tara road one is still there.

But they closed down my favorite on Andheri Link Road (the one opposite Fame Adlabs). I used to love their first floor table by the window, with the linking road traffic flowing past

May 28, 2008 at 6:31 PM

Sangeeth said…

looks delicious....yummy

May 28, 2008 at 10:15 PM

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