I should never have suggested my three mates meet me at the pub. My idea of a quick beer soon degenerated into several rounds and by the time we arrived at Da Vinci's the mood was somewhat more boisterous than it ought to be for considered contemplation of cuisine.
Fortunately, they are not averse to clientele having a good time at Da Vinci's. I did have to exercise a steadying hand at times but I am pretty sure that nobody said that we know the prime minister and we're going to make sure the waiter gets the sack. It was, however, up to me to keep an eye on what we were eating since the others were too busy arguing about whether it's fair enough for a restaurant reviewer to write anything he likes about his dining companions so long as he pays the bill.
I'd dropped in to Da Vinci's for a bowl of pasta a couple of times and had been impressed but, even with the Professor in tow, I wouldn't be able to get a sense of the whole menu. Hence the three mates. I told them they could come if they ordered what I told them to order. I didn't want to be left to work alone while they all asked for steak, egg and chips and 12 bottles of Peroni.
Da Vinci's occupies half of the street frontage in an office building that was previously home to Mozetta, a risibly bad spin-off from the rather good Sahaa in Khyber Pass, both of which have now closed. Da Vinci's itself is a branch of a place in City Rd, near Number 5. I ate there some years ago, before this paper was born, and remember being underwhelmed. But the Albert St place, just a block along from the office, kept catching my eye with its bold livery in the colours of the Italian flag.