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Last night I ate at an establishment that claimed to be run by the “most famous Italian restaurant owner in London.”

Cue snickers from me and my friends.

Then we turned to the back of the menu and beheld two photographs of great men. One picture of the Pope, and the other our eminent host - Don Luigi.

The Pope was seen in his eternally fashionable bone white gown with hand held up to indicate the location of the bathrooms as he does on most of his public speaking engagements. Don Luigi was resplendent in black and white with big hair, big sunglasses, a big smile and best of all a really really big brick-style early 90’s mobile phone held to his ear.

One of us ordered the best beef in the world. Another ordered the finest antipasta in London. I ordered something from the menu.

It was good.